FOR THE FULL SNOW MOON

In honor of tonight’s Full Snow Moon, a poem from Walter de la Mare.

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 wintry ray,

And, feathered in fire

Where ghosts the moon,

A robin shrills

His lonely tune.

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2 Responses to “FOR THE FULL SNOW MOON”
  1. Dan Beeaff says:

    So that is what snow is like!

    Sent from my iPad

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    Like

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