The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.
Falling Snow
Amy Lowell
(2)
Poem topics: snow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Falling Snow poem by Amy Lowell
d0bs 69: this is nice
Best Poems of Amy Lowell