Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
For some reason I’m nostalgic for A Child’s Garden of Verses.
Winter-Time
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
Greetings: you’re kidding me… I just wrote a blog piece today about this very book. I may have some of the poems wrong… but…
I go way back, am coming to after twenty-five years of ranching, go back w/ Chris Howell, Bly, Maxine Kumin, Mary Karr, Tom Wayman and I would love for you to check out my blog. I am writing “flash” memoir but there is a new poem posted as well as links to my website on the right hand pae of the blog. You’ll find me at http://www.loquaciouslyyours.com — all best–comment link in small print at bottom of posts…. Jenne’ Andrews