Winter in Teesdale

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.

Poem courtesy of this site.


Miss 376 said…
It does look pretty as long as you don't need to go out in it. Boys finally got home today
Anonymous said…
Beautiful! It does look like a winter wonderland...

Thanks for posting

Molly xxx
Barbara said…
Beautifully descriptive poem of the current weather.
Vintage Reading said…
Lovely poem and pics - liked the frosted wedding cake line.

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