Winter ... and still winter! Down hill stagger the corn-stooks, heavy with ice. Sheep in the bottom shiver. The abandoned barn crumbles with wind and cold. An elm darns like a crone above it, With needle limbs that creak and clash In and out endlessly: But a rent of the sky still lets the snow in. And my heart lets in the chill of the years... Of the years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |