Snow Fall - Poem by Kate Beamish
Falling with a whisper, soft, fluttering snow,
persistently descending, deliberately slow.
Delicate flakes land one upon the other,
soon, with white blanket, everything to smother.
Temperatures near zero soon make crisp the surface,
holding, thus gently, each huge drift in its place.
Another miracle of nature, right before our eyes,
sometimes for many weeks, unchanged, this mantle lies,
at others times, surprising by the shortness of its stay,
lying briefly, overnight, in the morning melts away.
Comments about Snow Fall by Kate Beamish
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You