Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BROOK: WINTER, by LAURA ABELL

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THE BROOK: WINTER, by            
First Line: Tawny grasses climb the fields
Last Line: That spring will come, ere many moons.
Subject(s): Cold; Snow; Solitude; Winter; Loneliness

Tawny grasses climb the fields;
The red-brown sumac blossom wields
Its lance-like shaft in watchful ranks;
Bayberries lift their snowy fruit;
Trees bare their beauty, standing mute;
Dead goldenrod, full, feathery soft,
Sways on sere stalks; and from aloft
A crow cries lonesomely. The banks
Along the brook are white with snow.
To hear the brook one has to go
Close to its side. A murmur low
Is reassuring: through festoons
Of decorative ice, it croons
That spring will come, ere many moons.

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