Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTER MORNING ON THE FARM, by STELLA FLOWERS HASTINGS First Line: The sweet fatigue of autumn-time has gone Last Line: Will disappear, never to return. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
The sweet fatigue of autumn-time has gone: The hills are now embrowned and gold: The molten hues of Autumn Are weaving melting patterns Far across the meadow-lands. The towering lonely mountains -- Their crags, their dark ravines Are smooth and white with snow. There is a soothing stillness On the hillside farm, And the world is so fair It invokes our mind to prayer -- Our lips to song. The rocks, the barren trees The fading Autumn glow -- And the oncoming blight of cold Causes the scented smoke from Father's house To form in cloud-like foam in the sky. From the kitchen come inviting smells, Of coffee, buckwheat cakes and pork, fried brown. A morning concert is coming near, The hurried strides of men Merge in a passion-song, for happiness. The hoofs of cattle resound on the frozen ground And the pastured sheep bleat mournfully. All the household is astir: From the back-room door There is yelling of a boy And the sharp bark of a dog. As the door opens, the sun unwinds And creeps across the sill. There is certitude and peace on the farm Yet this glory-weaving morning, Like the snowflakes on the grass, Will disappear, never to return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN |
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