Impressions

I went to the woods,
To seek an impression,
Of untouched snow,
And lightly glazed trees,
And in doing so,it appears-
That I have made an impression,
upon it...

The Morning After

The morning after a light snow,
Watching the tufts drifting off the trees,
Like downy cherry blossoms, delicately falling,
And with each cool passing breath,
the scene renews itself,
Silently fades into memory by noon,
Oh! On such a morning as this.