Winter Time

Discover the beauty, challenges, and wonder of winter through poetic charm.

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad.

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Updated December 21, 2024, by Catherine Pulsifer


Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem Winter Time takes us on a journey through the icy days of winter, painting a picture of frosted landscapes and chilly mornings. With his vivid imagery and heartfelt expressions, Stevenson reminds us that even in the coldest season, there is beauty, warmth, and wonder to be found.

Whether it’s the glow of a jolly fire or the sparkle of snow-covered hills, this poem invites us to embrace winter with a sense of appreciation and joy.



Winter Time

Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

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.

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
It's 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.



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In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way I have to go to bed by day. Robert Louis Stevenson




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