Winter

I shall have winter now and lessening days, Lit by a smoky sun with slanting rays, And after falling leaves, the first determined frost. The colors of the world will all be lost. So be it; the faint buzzing of the snow Will fill the empty boughs, And after sleet storms I shall wake to see A glittering glassy plume of every tree. Nothing shall tempt me from my fire-lit house, And I shall find at night a friendly ember And make my life of what I can remember.