Snow
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent The snow!
Adelaide Crapsey
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and scent The snow!
Adelaide Crapsey’s short poem catches the quiet instant before a snowfall begins. The speaker senses a shift in the air—a cold wind streaming down from hills that are losing their light—and breathes an almost whispered reminder to look up and smell what’s coming.
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