A Winter Twilight
A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath;
One group of trees, lean, naked and cold,
Inking their cress ’gainst a sky green-gold;
One path that knows where the corn flowers were;
Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;
And over it softly leaning down,
One star that I loved ere the fields went brown.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 20, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“A Winter Twilight” originally appeared in Negro Poets and Their Poems (Associated Publishers, 1923).
Date Published
01/01/1923