As a girl waking up on wintry new england days, my mum would always start the day with "Did Jack Frost paint your window last night?" I still look. I am still amazed at his paintings.
Wind and Window Flower
~ Robert Frost L OVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the cagèd yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her through the pane, He could not help but mark, And only passed her by, To come again at dark. He was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, Dead weeds and unmated birds, And little of love could know. But he sighed upon the sill, He gave the sash a shake, As witness all within Who lay that night awake. Perchance he half prevailed To win her for the flight From the firelit looking-glass And warm stove-window light. But the flower leaned aside And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.
As a girl waking up on wintry new england days, my mum would always start the day with "Did Jack Frost paint your window last night?" I still look. I am still amazed at his paintings.
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