Poetry: Rueful Is Day

How the sun
is clung to
today by cold
heavy mist!
How horses bow
their heads
toward hard
snow-stained land!
How rueful is
day as naked
trees are
forgotten in fields.
How the sun
is clung to
today by cold
heavy mist!
How horses bow
their heads
toward hard
snow-stained land!
How rueful is
day as naked
trees are
forgotten in fields.