Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SNOW WEATHER, by LEONE RICE GRELLE


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SNOW WEATHER, by                    
First Line: The hoar-frost lingers long on branch and bough
Last Line: Tonight I brace the door, and heap the wood.
Subject(s): Winter


The hoar-frost lingers long on branch and bough
Of morning; and the sun, too pale, too far,
Climbs stiffly down the broken hills; but now
It warms no thing of all the miles that are --

Brings no new life; but only dawn and day,
And brief surcease from bitterness of night. --
And iron-rimmed wagons creak along the way
Of yester-storm; and stock is stabled tight

Beneath snug roofs; and sweet their shadowed place,
Hay-scented, warmed, by their great steaming breath,
To comfort; and within the dim, quiet space
There is no fear of winter, or of death --

And down the road a neighbor sniffs the air
And scans the heavens with a practised eye,
And plots his work by what he visions there;
By readings which he takes from wind and sky --

By readings which he, keen, observant, knows;
And I, who find his swift predictions good --
This lean, skilled veteran of many snows --
Tonight I brace the door, and heap the wood.





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