Snow Towards Evening by Melville Cane
Suddenly the sky turned gray
The day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Quietly
From some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petals cool and white
Drifted and blew
Lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night.
Read the above poem and comment on your thinking. These can be connections, visualizations, powerful words or questions about the author's purpose or word choices. Please comment by Friday, February 11.
