Poetics and Musings

Apricity

Now look upon the silvered morn
Stark and clean cold's biting scorn
Bleak t'landscape draped in white

Harsh hails winds from colder lands
Whipping, nipping nose and hands
As Boreas blisters on with spite

And now night at last is shed
The sun looks on a downy bed
Hark the dawn in brisk winged flight

Still snowy sea in valleys lay
Now rolling in the blaze day
Soft it glows with hiemal light