Snow
All day the clouds
Grow cold and fall,
And soft the white fleece shrouds
Field, hill and wall;
And now I know
Why comes the snow:
The bare black places lie
Too near the sky.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 18, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“Snow” appeared in The Crisis XXI, no. 2 (December 1920).
Author
Charles Bertram Johnson
Charles Bertram Johnson was born in Callao, Missouri, in 1880. He is the author of the poetry collection Songs of My People (The Cornhill Company, 1918) and the pamphlets Wind Whisperings (1900) and The Mantle of Dunbar (1918). Johnson worked as a teacher and later became part of the ministry.
Date Published
01/01/1920