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