Angela Winter - Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter

The west was getting out of gold
The breath of air had died of cold
When shoeing home across the white
I thought I saw a bird alight

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift

No bird was singing in it now
A single leaf was on a bough
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue
A piercing little star was through

Written by:
Robert Frost

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