A December Day

Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
Warmly the light
Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay --
Blue, fringed with white.

That's no December sky!
Surely 'tis June
Holds now her state on high,
Queen of the noon.

Only the tree-tops bare
Crowning the hill,
Clear-cut in perfect air,
Warn us that still

Winter, the aged chief,
Mighty in power,
Exiles the tender leaf,
Exiles the flower.

Is there a heart to-day,
A heart that grieves
For flowers that fade away,
For fallen leaves?

Oh, not in leaves or flowers
Endures the charm
That clothes those naked towers
With love-light warm.

O dear St. Andrews Bay,
Winter or Spring
Gives not nor takes away
Memories that cling

All round thy girdling reefs,
That walk thy shore,
Memories of joys and griefs
Ours evermore.

by Robert Fuller Murray

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Comments (7)

Rhythm, rhyme and a beautiful description of nature... Robert Fuller Murray excels in every respect. What a wonderful write.
I think that this is the most touching description of a scenic place and season that I have read.
Joy and sorrow are parts of life. A nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
Deep personal feelings of the poet.
a nice poem of a beautiful place? full of memories both good and bad.
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