Winter Dusk

by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

I WATCH the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
The larches bend their silver
Over the hush of snow;
One star is lighted in the west,
Two in the zenith glow.
For a moment I have forgotten
Wars and women who mourn-
I think of the mother who bore me
And thank her that I was born.

Last updated January 14, 2019