SUN, you may send your haze gold Filling the fall afternoon With a flimmer of many gold feathers. Leaves, you may linger in the fall sunset Like late lingering butterflies before frost. Treetops, you may sift the sunset cross-lights Spreading a loose checker-work of gold and shadow. Winter comes soon—shall we save this, lay it by, Keep all we can of these haze gold yellows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNOW-FLAKES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE A PRAISE OF HIS LADY by JOHN HEYWOOD IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AMORETTI: 64 by EDMUND SPENSER TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN |