Saturday Poetry Corner: Winter Nights

 

Bob-Cat In The Winter Woods

Image courtesy/The PhotoNaturalist

Pile high the hickory and the light

Log of chestnut struck by the blight.

Welcome in the winter night.

The day has gone in hewing and felling,

Sawing and drawing wood to the dwelling

For the night of talk and story-telling.

These are the hours that give the edge

To the blunted axe and bent wedge,

Straighten the saw and lighten the sledge.

Here are questions and reply,

And the fire reflected in the thinking eye.

So peace, and let the bob-cat cry.

Winter Nights
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
American poetess and playwright