Dust of Snow
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
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Perhaps, in this hurried pace of life,
we could slow down, notice more,
wonder and be inspired
by nature's gifts
to find our greatness.
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It's Poetry Friday! Elizabeth Steinglass is hosting and offers a "Why I'm Here"
poem for us to read plus an invitation to design one.
Travel with me to Liz's site.
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