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!