In the bleak winter
under hurrying clouds,
the wind blowing, bitter
gusts through trees’ barren boughs.
A small house: Its nooks
in new Gothic style
once housed the old books
of a forgotten king for a while.
It had been a library,
a place filled with words;
now all that here tarries
are the winds and the terns.
Its glassless peaked window
looks out on the sky
to waters that flow
by the small palace hard by.
The window is incised
in stone shaded gold —
a warm tone that belies
its touch that is cold.
The red palace is crowned
in gold and white marble.
They shine out, gowned
in hues that spite winter’s pallor.
Now blue waters and birds
add color to the scene
that fills this blank window
with nature’s stained glass serene.
This house has stood waiting,
empty in wintriest times —
now it’s filled by nature’s painting
brushed in hushed hues divine.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
In the bleak winter
under hurrying clouds,
the wind blowing, bitter
gusts through trees’ barren boughs.
A small house: Its nooks
in new Gothic style
once housed the old books
of a forgotten king for a while.
It had been a library,
a place filled with words;
now all that here tarries
are the winds and the terns.
Its glassless peaked window
looks out on the sky
to waters that flow
by the small palace hard by.
The window is incised
in stone shaded gold —
a warm tone that belies
its touch that is cold.
The red palace is crowned
in gold and white marble.
They shine out, gowned
in hues that spite winter’s pallor.
Now blue waters and birds
add color to the scene
that fills this blank window
with nature’s stained glass serene.
This house has stood waiting,
empty in wintriest times —
now it’s filled by nature’s painting
brushed in hushed hues divine.
Inspired by a view through the Gothic tracery of a small former royal library in Potsdam, the Gothic Library.