Penny's Poetry Blog

I'm January I'm January bringing you A year of days — all brand, brand new; I step upon the frosty ground When chimes and sleigh...

January O dark and cold! O dead and drear!      O bitter end of weary strife! Art thou indeed the glad New Year,      Thou stillborn m...

January The short midwinter days are here, The nights are frosty now and chill — The solemn midnight of the year — The snow lies deep ...

A January Night            (1879) The rain smites more and more, The east wind snarls and sneezes; Through the joints of the quivering ...

Snow, Snow Snow, snow, get out of here; Come again some other year. I'd rather that the skies were clear. Snow, snow, get out of h...

Winter Thou hast thy beauties: sterner ones, I own,      Than those of thy precursors; yet to thee      Belong the charms of solemn maj...

from   The Earthly Paradise  (1870) The Year Has Changed Its Name The year has changed its name since that last tale; Yet nought the priso...