There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten -
If I ever read it.
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten -
If I ever read it.