Thursday, January 3, 2008

Winter ode.

Late lies the wintry Sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

–Robert Louis Stevenson
(1850–94)

1 comment:

kc said...

Hey, you thief! I do love that poem...