When winter comes with its chilly blast, And all the world seems dreary; We dream of memories of the past, All of which makes us cheery. We see the fields with their blanket of snow, As o'er the country we gaze; And smile to ourselves, as we all know It's merely taking the place of the maize. We miss the green grass all over the lawns, And the birds that would come after crumbs. For unto us a new world dawns, Unfolding itself about us, when winter comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |