The grass is half-covered with snow.
It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoon
And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.
If I reached my hands down near the earth
I could take handfuls of darkness!
A darkness was always there which we never noticed.
As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther away
And the barn moves never to the house.
The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.
The barn is full of corn and moves towards us now
Like a hulk blown towards us in s storm at sea;
All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years.