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November Skies Post by :SunisShining Category :Poems Author :John Freeman Date :September 2011 Read :2913

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November Skies

Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their gray the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
Changing that high austerity to delight,
Till even the leaden interfolds are bright.
And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peers
Ere a thin flushing cloud again
Shuts up that loveliness, or shares.
The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, as
Reluctant the quick sun should shine in vain,
Holding in bright caprice their rain.
And when of colours none,
Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green,
Is truly seen,--
In all the myriad gray,
In silver height and dusky deep, remain
The loveliest,
Faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sun.

(The end)
John Freeman's poem: November Skies

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Delight Delight

Winter is fallen On the wretched grass,Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was.No leaf shivers:The bare boughs bend and creak as the wind moans byFled is the fitful gleam of brightness From the stooping sky.A robin scatters Like bright rain his song,Of merry matters The sparrows gossip long.Snow in the sky Lingers, soon to cover the world with white,And hush the slender enchanting music And chill the delight.But snow new fallen On the stiffened grassGives back beauty stolen By the winds as they pass:--Turns the climbing hedge Into a

The Yew The Yew

The Yew
The moon gave no light.The clouds rode slowly over, broad and white,From the soft south west.The wind, that cannot rest,Soothed and then waked the darkness of the yewUntil the tree was restless too.Of all the winds I knewI thought, and how they muttered in the yew,Or raved under the eaves,Or nosed the fallen dry leaves,Or with harsh voice holloa'd the orchard round,With snapped limbs littering the ground.And I thought how the yewBetween the window and the west his shadow threw,Grave and immense,Darkening the dark past thought and sense,And how the moon would make the darkness heavenly bright:But the moon gave no