#Dawn turned on her #Purple #Pillow,
And #Late, late, came the #Winter day;
#Snow was curved to the #Boughs of the #Willow,
The sunless #World was #White and #Grey.
At #Noon, we heard a #BlueJay scolding,
At #Five, the last #Cold #Light was #Lost
From blackened #Windows faintly holding
The #Feathery #Filigree of #Frost.