A nature poem written by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. In the poem we see that everything changes and slows down in winter. The world seems to have become empty, and time starts to moves slowly. For many, it can be a difficult season to get through, but one day, everything will return, and things will be restored. Poems The sky is gray as gray may be, There is no bird upon the bough, There is no leaf on vine or tree. In the Neponset marshes now Willow-stems, rosy in the wind, Shiver with hidden sense of snow. So too 't is winter in my mind, No light-winged fancy comes and stays: A season churlish and unkind. Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days, The black ink crusts upon the pen-- Just wait till bluebirds, wrens, and jays And golden orioles come again! For more poems, check out the poem catalog page.
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