Windswept Snow

Form: Hymnal Measure

Tonight, the wind is howling strong
And loud amid the snow;
The window rattles frost along
Until the dawn can show.
Sunlight to make the morning sweet
Outside the cottage door;
The beauty left by nightfall's sleet
Of winter's whitened floor.
Around the hills are dressed in white
In curves of windswept drifts;
The kettle boils in its delight
And time seems slow to shift
Photo by Kateryna Babaieva on


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