Winter

Winter Time by Rober Louis Stevenson

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.

 Before the stars have left the skies, 

At morning in the dark I rise;

 And shivering in my nakedness,

By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

 Close by the jolly fire 

I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; 

Or with a reindeer-sled, explore 

The colder countries round the door.

 When to go out, my nurse doth wrap

 Me in my comforter and cap; 

The cold wind burns my face, and blows 

Its frosty pepper up my nose.

 

Black are my steps on silver sod; 

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

 And tree and house, and hill and lake, 

Are frosted like a wedding cake.