A Homely Winter Idyl

by Carl Sandburg

 

Great, long, lean clouds in sullen host

Along the skyline passed today;

While overhead I’ve only seen

A leaden sky the whole day long.

 

My heart would gloomily have mused

Had I not seen those queer, old crows

Stop short in their mad frolicking

And pose for me in long, black rows.

 

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