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. That sudden color and movement against all that whiteness feels startling and alive, even a little restless. The contrast is the heart of the poem: outside, the world is perfectly still and white; inside, something vivid and wild keeps beating its wings. The mood is quiet but charged, like holding your breath in deep snow while a single red bird disturbs the calm.
Deep Snow — Summary
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!