December By Christopher Pearce Cranch ( 1813 – 1892 ) No more the scarlet maples flash and burn Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain;The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern In the bleak woods lie withered once again. The trees stand bare, and bare each stony scar Upon the cliffs; half frozen glide the rills;TheContinue reading “December : Christopher Pearce Cranch : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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