Hoar-Frost
In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns
With herons blowing like smoke
Across the sky.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Hoar-Frost” was published in Lowell’s book Pictures of the Floating World (The Macmillan Company, 1919).
Author
Amy Lowell
Born in 1874, Amy Lowell was deeply interested in and influenced by the Imagist movement and she received the Pulitzer Prize for her collection What’s O’Clock.
Date Published
11/01/2015