I walked through woods all dressed in white,
With dust of snow , my wounds felt light.
A crow appeared in falling snow,
Its silence chilled my heart below.
It perched upon a hemlock bare,
And all my hopes dissolved in air.
Beneath its gaze, so cold and free,
I found myself , dead, beneath the tree.
This poem is exactly the reverse of Sir Robert Frost's work Dust of Snow while in the negativity a dust of snow sparked hopes in him but for me when i was fulled with hopes something happened and i lost hopes in almost everything😔
