The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the dark change
all day long
rain falls and falls
as if it would never end.
Still the snow keeps
its hold on the ground.
But water, water
from a thousand runnels!
It collects swiftly,
dappled with black
cuts a way for itself
through green ice in the gutters.
Drop after drop it falls
from the withered grass-stems
of the overhanging embankment.
Back to William Carlos Williams
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓
To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.
Comments1Such vivid imagery! This piece beautifully captures the transitional essence of spring, and I can almost hear the steady rain and the melting ice. A gorgeous blend of melancholy and hope, reflective of nature's continuous circle of life and death. The power and resilience of water adds a fresh dimension to spring's story. Bravo 👏👏🌧️🌱🌷