Yuletide Sleep

When against earth a wooden heelHammers aloud as stone on steel; When the Yuletide days of lightSeem most indifferent to that of night;When the wind pounds, rattling the pane And the sky relinquishes its frozen rain; When stripped,the trees, seize ghostly formsStanding sentinel on the lawn;When bare stained fields harden at lastIron-flawed cracks from iceContinue reading “Yuletide Sleep”