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 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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Carol Hill: John Freeman wrote about nature. Last Hours of slow winter are now almost past here in northeast Missouri. This cold wet season has its beauty, and John Freeman expressed it beautifully.
vafuchs: One of my favorite poems, especially in the haunting setting by the composer, John Ireland.
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