Late on a winter afternoon When the sun was sinking all too soon, When the wind was raw and the sun was pale I watched a faded snowbank slowly fail. The cold hard sunlight took its toll With seeming innocence, the snowbank's soul. The sun took only what it helped to give; The snowbank, like us, wanted yet to live, It appeared to shrink and suffer pain At returning to the earth again. Directly to my mind the thought was whirled: Oh, the horror of the sadness in the world! And yet in the dying snowbank's chilling air Are sweeter thoughts left to share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 92 by BLISS CARMAN |