Snow is falling: snow is falling. <br />Geranium flowers reach <br />for the blizzard’s small white stars <br />past the window’s edge. <br /> <br />Snow is falling, all is lost, <br />the whole world’s streaming past: <br />the flight of steps on the back stairs, <br />the corner where roads cross. <br /> <br />Snow is falling: snow is falling, <br />not snowflakes stealing down, <br />Sky parachutes to earth instead, <br />in his worn dressing gown. <br /> <br />As if he’s playing hide-and-seek, <br />across the upper landings, <br />a mad thing, slowly sneaks, <br />Sky creeps down from the attic. <br /> <br /> <br />It’s all because life won’t wait, <br />before you know, it’s Christmas here. <br />And look, in a minute, <br />suddenly it’s New Year. <br /> <br />Snow is falling, deeper – deeper. <br />Maybe, with that same stride <br />in that same tempo, <br />with that same languor, <br /> <br />Time’s going by? <br /> <br />Year after year, perhaps, <br />passing, as snow’s falling, <br />like words in a poem? <br />Snow’s falling: snow’s falling. <br />Snow is falling, all is lost – <br />the whitened passers-by, <br />leaves’ startled showing, <br />the corners where roads cross.<br /><br />Boris Pasternak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-is-falling-3/
