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.
I have a thing for crows. I love their presence. Upstanding. Sober. Determined.
A crow is not afraid to speak his mind and will give you a piece of it if you venture where he doesn't think you should be. The crow in the picture accompanying this has his eye on me, and you, and don't you forget it!
Like Frost, a crow can always save some part of my day.
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Image courtesy Library of Congress