Thursday, December 15, 2011

Dust of Snow

Robert Frost put it this way:

The day 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 rued.

I saw no crows today, nor hemlocks, but viewing the fresh snow early in the morning, before it got sanded and plowed, was exhilarating.  There's a secret thrill in planting the first footprints. We are accustomed to hoping for a white Christmas, but just once I'd like to experience Christmas in the southern hemisphere.  So many of our symbols of the season are northern European in origin, it might be interesting to experience the alternatives.  I wonder if Santa crosses the equator.

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