Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.

by William Carlos Williams

Comments (2)

I really like the tone of this piece- -he has such a mastery of words.
...nice imagery....could see the footsteps in the snow...