How dreary! Winters in the South— grey trees against the mournful sky— weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold. ••• Make my heart like winters of the West— unending sky that gives and gives the snow— swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
Another dark day— the sky, a low, furrowed ceiling; the skeleton branches, dripping tears, and all the world, gray. ••• What have I done? Drained the azure from the sky? Stripped the trees of green? Forever blotted out the sun? ••• What a dismal, wretched place! And yet I sense You here— moving closer through … Continue reading On the Dark Days