Childe Hassam, At Dusk
Creativity Magazine
My breath still comes out puffy white,
An ethereal, airy, lovely sight,
My skin feels frosty, nippy blows
That redden my runny, frozen nose,
There's still a foot of fallen snow,
There's still at least two months to go,
But there has been a noticed change,
Come over all, plain as plain,
For when you stop at end of day,
Light is coming back this way,
A little more each day, I say,
Precious, little, needed rays.
