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 Follow me on facebook! 

White Noise

White Noise In all the worldThere’s nothing likeThe sound of falling snow – The only noiseI’ve ever knownThat makes the clocks move slow. The only soundThat sweeps awayThe din of city streets, And wraps around,In soft embrace,’Most everyone it meets. A sound that’s notA sound at all –A quiet, soft and dear, That comforts allThe... Continue Reading →

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