Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A December Day

Dawn turned on her purple pillow,
And late, late, came the winter day;
Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,
The sunless world was white and grey.
At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,
At five the last cold light was lost
From blackened windows faintly holding
The feathery filigree of frost.
 
-Sara Teasdale
 
 
Our first day of December was more like this:
 
Dawn turned on her purple pillow,
And early, early began our day;
Fruit was curved to the boughs of the mogea tree,
The sunny world called all to play.
At noon we heard the mina scolding
At five the sun still shone bright
Through dusty windows warmly glowing
With ornaments of cheerful sunlight.
 
 
One of the neighbor boys climbed up high into the mogea tree in our front yard and tossed down the fruit for Sarah to catch in her dress.  We enjoyed eating some mogea cake for dessert!

1 comment:

Nahna said...

My favorite fruit...mango...this is the time of year to be coming to the island...I know now. ha!!!

Have a blessed day.