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 – 1923
Dust of Snow
I recently traveled up to the mountains in New Mexico to attend the funeral of a very good man. The day of his wake, the first snow of the season hit the mountains and I went for a walk in the fresh snow the next day. Frost’s poem sums up the day quite nicely I do believe!
Unaffected Photography 
So perfect. Beautiful!
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Thanks Amy!
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I instantly liked this post. The Frost poem was the perfect complement to the picture and what you were going through. My condolences.
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Thank you, I appreciate it!
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Sorry for your loss, lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you Rock!
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I stunning image, Mr. B…
but I’m very sorry to hear about the passing of your friend…
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Thanks inky! When I saw that scene it lifted my spirits a bit. I did a cursory search of winter oriented poems but most of them were just depressing ;). This Frost poem hit the spot.
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What a touching tribute, in both words and picture, to a friend you will have forever . . . .
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Thanks Patti. How are things your way?? Got power and gas??
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Hey Derrick, all fine here thank you but some parts are still without power . . . hope all fine with you where you are!
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Beautiful, Derrick. I’m sorry about the loss of your friend.
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thank you Robin
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