COLD is the wind upon the mountain side, (@3For she,@1—@3my lady,@1—@3she is far from me@1), White is the snow and thick the mists that hide Thy face, Teháchapi! Stiffly the yuccas stand in mantles white, (@3Garments unwonted, carried shiveringly@1), While desert cactus, sands, and storm unite, Blending impartially. But not forever lingers Winter here (@3For there is always summer in the heart@1), The South wind whispers, and the hills are clear, The thick fog falls apart. The Summer's gentle touch shall never fail,— (@3Because,@1—@3my lady,@1—@3she will come to me@1), Blue are the skies beyond the mists that veil Thy face, Teháchapi! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |