I am afraid to go into the woods, I fear the trees and their mad, green moods. I fear the breezes that pull at my sleeves, The creeping arbutus beneath the leaves, And the brook that mocks me with wild, wet words: I stumble and fall at the voice of birds. Think of the terror of those swift showers, Think of the meadows of fierce-eyed flowers: And the little things with sudden wings That buzz about me and dash and dart, And the lilac waiting to break my heart! Winter, hide me in your kind snow, I am a coward, a coward, I know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |