Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Hoar-Frost - Poem by Amy Lowell

In the cloud gray 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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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