Monday, February 3, 2020

SNOW FALLING - by John James Piatt






SNOW  FALLING


by  John James Piatt


 The wonderful snow is falling
Over river and woodland and wold;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr'd and cold.

There's a beautiful garden in Heaven;
And these are the banished flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours.