African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Charles Bertram Johnson, "Snow" (1920)

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.

Published in The Crisis, December 1920

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