Author Charlotte Perkins Gilman The green slopes cream with ‘innocents’ snow, The woods are warm with Spring, Mile after mile White fear-blooms smile; And then, Again, As the train whirls swift 'Round the hills' green lift—Pink peach-trees suddenly sing! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments