Author B. E. Milner Softly, softly, through the darkness Snow is falling. Sharply, sharply, in the meadows Lambs are calling. Coldly, coldly, all around me Winds are blowing. Brightly, brightly, up above me Stars are glowing. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (5 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments