On Frosty Nights (poem)

[Ada Lovelace]

On frosty nights the breath assumes a shape,
A visibility which at the most
Is frailer than a shadow, less than a ghost,
And so intangible no scales, no tape
Can weigh or measure it, no hazel rod
Divine its source. The frosty air alone
Can X-ray that which animates a bone -
Can film a fleeting silhouette of God.

How strange - that substance immaterial
As breath, uncertain as a wind-blown wick,
Should yet be God, be life, be miracle
Of lamp in flesh; be lovely quick
Warm flame, or on a night of stars and frost
Be wings across the eyes before it’s lost

 

[SarahsKnight]

On frosty nights the breath assumes a shape,
A visibility which at the most
Is frailer than a shadow, less than a ghost,
And so intangible no scales, no tape
Can weigh or measure it, no hazel rod
Divine its source. The frosty air alone
Can X-ray that which animates a bone -
Can film a fleeting silhouette of God.

How strange - that substance immaterial
As breath, uncertain as a wind-blown wick,
Should yet be God, be life, be miracle
Of lamp in flesh; be lovely quick
Warm flame, or on a night of stars and frost
Be wings across the eyes before it’s lost

That was really good, Miss Stanfordella.

 

[Ada Lovelace]

That was really good, Miss Stanfordella.

Thanks!

 

[Halbhh]

Thank you!

Hope you write plenty more.