Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOD'S WEATHER: NOVEMBER, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL


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GOD'S WEATHER: NOVEMBER, by                    
First Line: But bleak blows the wind from the northeast; in drifting
Last Line: Wells out with the wind and the weather, god's weather.
Subject(s): Months; Weather


But bleak blows the wind from the northeast; in drifting
The sleeted snow clings to the grey woods and, lifting,
Whirls across the shock'd fields, the grey roofs, and, sifting
In thro' cranny and crevice, blurs the fold's safe enclosure,
Bridges up the bushed breastwork to the storm's sure exposure,
Beckons blind thro' the swinging barn-door's safe embrasure
To the long lane's fenced bleat and the orchard's erasure.

The loosened vines lean down, their dead tendrils swinging,
To the flitting red lure from the fragrant fire's singing,
To the arm chair's charmed circle, the wet storm-wraps steaming,
To the wide hearth's clean comfort, the collie's worn dreaming;
To the flick of the snow as the panes fleck and feather;
To the hush of the long prayer, that—kneeling together—
Wells out with the wind and the weather, God's weather.





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