But yestereve the winter trees
Reared leafless, blackly bare,
Their twigs and branches poignant-marked
Upon the sunset-flare.
White-petaled, opens now the dawn,
And in its pallid glow,
Revealed, each leaf-lorn, barren tree
Stands white with flowers of snow.
The Snow-blossoms
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: snow, sunset, tree, winter, dawn, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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