Arrias: Winter in the Dismal Swamp
Author’s Note: Cold and gray here – winter in the Tidewater – the dogs are looking for warm spots…
Cold and gray, a north wind blows,
Dry leaves tumble across the yard,
A line of gold marks the dawn,
But brown and dead the sward.
Turn my back to the wind,
It’s cold, and hard the bite,
The dogs hurry to finish their tasks,
The day grows slowly light.
Hurry inside, it’s warm and calm,
A mug of tea, feed the hounds
Turn up the fire, keep away the cold,
Wind still blows, chilling sounds.
Inside now a cheery light,
But outside gray and brown – no pomp,
We’ll stay inside and keep warm,
Winter come to the Dismal Swamp.
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November 25, 2023
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