Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Â Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Â Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Tonight, 1/18: 7:00 at Steve’s Live Music in Sandy Springs, presented by the Atlanta Area Friends of Folk Music (AAFFM). Two-time Kerrville New Folk finalistÂ Angela Easterling plays at 8:00. $8 for AAFFM members, $10 at the door.
Saturday, 1/25: We’re part of a 60’s music celebration and will be singing 3-4 songs along with a bevy of wonderful artists at the Common Grounds Coffeehouse in Roswell. The music starts at 7:30.