Poetry of Kansas
 

Winter.

OLD Winter, thou art here! December
Introduces thee, and I am told
Thou wearest a long beard, and art old
And gray, if rightly I remember.
They say thy locks are full of ice,
And blue and peaked is thy nose;
And on thy cheeks are pearls froze,
That 'scaped down from thine eyes.
Wrapped in a cloak, close to thy chin,
Thou comest prepar'd for sleet and snow;
And fearest not tho' Boreas blow__
Forcing himself unwelcomed within
Poor-warmed dwellings of poverty:
But didst thou cause their misery?
___John W. Beebe
 
Beebe, John W.
Prairie Flowers
(Topeka: Geo. W. Crane & Company. 1891)
page 84
 
January 10, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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