More Snow

We have had more snow, and it is  -13degrees C, with a wind blowing. More time for indoor activities, I stay mostly indoors when the temperature is so low  So here’s a poem for winter! (And the robin is hopping along on the terrace)

SNOW

No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,
Roof, – everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
‘Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint’ry ray,
And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.
Snow
Walter de la Mare