grey-billowing

Updated: May 27, 2025

Here, scarce have I assured myself that the last leaf has fallen, scarce have I watched the glistening of hoar-frost upon the evergreens, when a breath from the west thrills me with anticipation of bud and bloom. Even under this grey-billowing sky, which tells that February is still in rule: Mild winds shake the elder brake, And the wandering herdsmen know That the whitethorn soon will blow.

George Gissing - The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft