In the spring thaw The winter roads over the cold fields Disappear In front of the last sled. All summer they sleep Hidden and forgot Under the green sea of the wheat. Now, in autumn, They rise Suddenly Out of the golden stubble. They arch their backs in the sun And move slow and crooked across the fields Looking for winter. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH by WALT WHITMAN AT SABBATH DOWN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |