SLEEP on field and forest; Winter's everywhere, Binding up the river, Freezing in the air, Storming through the tree-tops, Drifting on the plain: Is Nature dead? Will Summer Never come again? Life in bush and burrow, Out of sight to man; Root and fur and feather, How they dream and plan, Colors that they'll bloom in, All the songs they'll sing, When the sunlight touches them In Spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |