Season of bare and misty coldness <br />The restless sun with wintry rays <br />Wake up the folk at dawn’s embrace <br />Kissing them with shrouds of ice <br />In weaves of morn they gather today <br />Ready for the day’s first wonder <br /> <br /> <br />Hustle and bustle gathers in this twitter <br />Fear of lateness to prayer they’re bitter <br />Ladies making eyes of deep hazel shells <br />Dressed in the white of the virgin snow <br />Acting the part of the sorrowful lover <br />Pursuing their pursuers with a knowing air <br />Only in black do their fellows do mourn <br />As though the heavens denied them more <br /> <br /> <br />Once in Church, the hymns are sung <br />With a fruitful choir both dreamy and awake <br />The dear Father’s blessing all must partake <br />Amen to Him they cry out loud <br />For today the daybreak of Christian birth <br />The dawn of new filled only with song <br />Boy child wonder stripped in Mother’s arms <br />Showed out to the world for an eternity yonder<br /><br />don sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-s-morn/
