(7 September 1887 - 9 December 1964 / Scarborough, Yorkshire)

When Cold December

WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
Like a gilt porcupine--
The snow confesses
The little Princesses
On their small chioppines
Dance under the orpines.
See the casuistries
Of their slant fluttering eyes--
Gilt as the zodiac
(Dancing Herodiac).
Only the snow slides
Like gilded myrrh--
From the rose-branches--hides
Rose-roots that stir.

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Comments (6)

Though there were w few words within it that I wasn't familiar with, I enjoyed this read.
The snow confesses! ! Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem with touching expression and nice collocation.
Very nice poetry. Thanks for sharing.
Dame Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up
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