As I looked out beyond the hearth I gazed upon two score oxen frozen midstep. I set out on my way and proclaimed to the goodwife “pray remember me. Fare thee well.”
1816 redux?
The trees were all leafless,
the mountains were brown,
The face of the country was scathed with a frown;
And bleak were the hills,
and the foliage sere
As had never been seen at
that time of year.