PagineA Winter Twilight
by Angelina Weld Grimké · in Voices of the Harlem Renaissance
From Caroling Dusk (1927)
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 crests ’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.
This poem is in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.