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:
| 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. |
2 comments:
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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