February Poem

February arriving reminds us of that lovely poem “Afternoon in February” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Adolf Stademann (1824–1895)


“The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.”


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