The Snow Fall by Archibald MacLeish for National Poetry Month

I like how the form of the poem, how the words are written out on the page, encourages the reader to read it slowly.

The Snow Fall by Archibald MacLeish

Quietness clings to the air,
Quietness gathers the bell
To a great distance.
Listen!
This is the snow.
This is the slow
Chime
The Snow
Makes.
It encloses us.
Time in the snow is alone:
Time in the snow is at last,
Is past.