Snow is rare enough around these parts to be a treat...cancelling school and meetings and delaying work. I fill the bird feeders. My backyard is transformed overnight, elegant in white...a mantle of snow on the roof, the trees draped in formal finery, the ice glistening like jewels.
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Frost
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