I have walked in Florida Under bending palms, Under sweet magnolia Scattering white alms. But I'd rather tramp in northern woods With beeches stripped and bare, And pick brown cones with olive hoods, When snow is in the air. I have strolled on southern strands Under sapphire skies, Where colors throb to crooning bands, And love swoons in black eyes. But I'd rather pace a northern lake That cruel tempests tear With ghostly howling in my wake, When snow is in the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |