Short Flights by Meredith Nicholson - HTML preview

“IN WINTER I WAS BORN.”

IN winter I was born,

So all my years I’ve loved the frost and snow

And the strong tireless winds that, passing, blow

A battle note forlorn.

I love the year’s long night.

The tumult of great storms, the biting air

Make my heart’s summer time, when days are fair

And yield me true delight.

In winter I was born,

And as I came so let me pass away,

Out from the world on a December day

When the delaying morn

In the far East shall creep

Last time for me; then let the winds I love

Come from their far-off homes and play above

The place where I shall sleep.