Saturday, December 9, 2017

December Poetry


"Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me."
-   Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772-1834, Fragment 3

1 comment:

eileeninmd said...

Hello, pretty December poem. We can see the ground with all the leaves around right now.

Happy weekend!