A gray day and quiet,
With slow clouds of gray,
And in dull air a cloud that falls, falls
All day.
The naked and stiff branches
Of oak, elm, thorn,
In the cold light are like men aged and
Forlorn.
Only a gray sky,
Grass, trees, grass again,
And all the air a cloud that drips, drips,
All day.
Lovely the lonely
Bare trees and green grass--
Lovelier now the last hours of slow winter
Slowly pass.
Last Hours
John Frederick Freeman
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Poem topics: green, light, lonely, sky, winter, cold, quiet, cloud, slow, grass, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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