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