Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down -- the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes -- Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there -- his solitary track stretched out upon the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE TREE ACROSS THE ROAD by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM |