Deep Snow
Powder Of diamond Upon a silver birch; Old stone wall Buried deep.
And you ... A scarlet bird Whose wild wings flutter here Against my soul. How still The world!
Louise Morey Bowman
Powder Of diamond Upon a silver birch; Old stone wall Buried deep.
And you ... A scarlet bird Whose wild wings flutter here Against my soul. How still The world!
A winter landscape appears in miniature: glittering powder on a birch, an old stone wall almost hidden by drifts. Everything is hushed and buried. Then the speaker turns to someone else—"you"—imagined as a scarlet bird fluttering against her soul.
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