SNOWFLAKES are dancing. They run down out of heaven. Coming home from somewhere down the long tired road They flake us sometimes The way they do the grass, And the stretch of the world. The grass-blades are crowned with snowflakes. They make me think of daisies With white frills around their necks With golden faces and green gowns; Poor little daisies, Tip-toe and shivering In the cold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 2. THE BAT by EDITH SITWELL THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1643 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |