Snow
Last night a brooding cloud
Of undecided mist
Lay on the mountain pasture
And the brooks were loud.
Now running waters lie
Faint as far bells
Under a soft white silence
And the birds ask why.
~~
Raymond Holden (1894-1972)
from Granite and Alabaster, 1922
[Poem is in the public domain in the United States]
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