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...BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES SOLOMON'S SONG by REGINA MIRIAM BLOCH |