Winter’s Morning
The frost has caught the world in sleep, Each blade of grass adorned in ice, A fragile beauty temps the dawn, And in the stillness, all is nice.
The whispering winds speak soft and low, While snowflakes glisten on the ground, Each flake a dream, a world so small, Yet dreams are where true thoughts are found.
The naked trees stretch high, unbound, And through them, freedom’s song resounds; So in the hush of winter’s breath, I hear the echoes life surrounds. —Louis MacNeice
- Louis MacNeice