Dust of Snow | |
by Robert Frost (1923) | |
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. |
A collection of random thoughts and images from the life of a busy retired educator who is working at finding peace and restoration while trying to make the most of every day.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Dust of Snow
My brain is tired after a long 11 1/2 hour day in the office. I hit the ground running at 7 and didn't stop until I left at 6:30. I was battling a sore throat, as well, having spent an extended period of time outside for a graveside service on Saturday afternoon. I'm hoping my mind will win out over whatever is the matter. Meanwhile, I thought a little Frost might suffice:
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I can imagine being annoyed at a cold sifting of snow down my neck--and then chuckling at the audacity of the crow.
I oo love this poem and I am like you... this last week was crazy with long.. too long days. I hope is soon slows down.
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