Winter Time

Tim Mossholder

By Robert Louis Stevenson 

Lisa Fotios

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.

Mathias Reding

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.   

   

Jeswin Thomas

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.

Bob SpringBob54

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. 

Oleksandr Pidvalnyi

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.

J Carter

Winter Time 

By Robert Louis Stevenson