After The Snow

The winter stands in silence now,
His white scarf pulled about his throat,
And contemplates , with furrowed brow,
His sparkling ermine overcoat.

The hungry sparrow chirps protest
Upon the callous icy air,
And l ongs for summer, when the best
Was always on his Bill-of-fare.

I know what his forlornness means,
For as the bitter days go by,
I’d give the winter’s choicest scenes
For one small yellow butterfly.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 18, 1945

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Date Submitted: 08/05/1951

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Date Submitted: 08/07/1951

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Date Sold: 09/12/1952

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