It's April and the snow is sifting down, Yet, there are no winds to blow; Behold, as bright as fire and red as blood Are japonicas in the snow! I stand before the window, mute, enrapt, As a lover would and gaze On the bushes green, now draped in white Where those blossoms brilliant blaze. I wonder, when I reach that time in life -- The time when my steps are slow -- Shall my heart and thoughts make such contrast As japonicas in the snow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES |