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.
- Robert Frost
Once downstairs, I dust off the bench below my bedroom window and just sit there for a couple of minutes. I watch the powdery snow cover the table in front of me, and I write my name in it; the way I used to when I was 15. I'd curve the final "e" all the way up and over, then draw a smiley face inside of it. Undoubtedly silly, but I wrote my name that way for a solid year. I deliberately came outside without a hat, because I love when snow gets in my hair (plus my hats no longer fit). I try to see how many good things in my life I can list before the snow that touches my lips melts.
Sitting there I realize, even when things are bad, they're not that bad.
And since I couldn't sit on that bench in the snow physically, I think this is the next best thing.
4 comments:
I picture you DRIVING in the snow instead of having to walk through it.
Aaah..snow.
I kind of remember that stuff.
Thanks for the Frost. I actually long for the day when poets decide that meter isn't oppressive and it's cool to rhyme again.
@jali - picture me driving VERY SLOWLY. i drove for the first time in snow that night and damn near soiled my pantaloons.
@ACT - you are welcome. you know i always have to go for a bit of old school every now and again.
Snow? What's that? I haven't even taken my heavy jacket out of the closet yet! :(
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