Blizzard by William Carlos Williams Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down -- the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes -- Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there -- his solitary track stretched out upon the world. William Carlos Williams Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 27-Dec-2011