It's April and the snow is sifting down, Yet, there are no winds to blow; Behold, as bright as fire and red as blood Are japonicas in the snow! I stand before the window, mute, enrapt, As a lover would and gaze On the bushes green, now draped in white Where those blossoms brilliant blaze. I wonder, when I reach that time in life -- The time when my steps are slow -- Shall my heart and thoughts make such contrast As japonicas in the snow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |