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...THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO FORGIVE IS DIVINE by M. L. R. BRESLAR IT CANNOT BE WISDOM by TANIA BROOK RETRIBUTION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |