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.
Crows can remind us of ourselves.
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I meant to add this little vignette as well the first time here and here
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This is beauty of thought expressed so simply.
Thanx as always, Dar Sahib, for reminding us poets of our truest calling. Don't ever quit, plz.
Patience Taught By Nature
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards
Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife
Meek leaves drop year]y from the forest-trees
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory: O thou God of old,
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !--
But so much patience as a blade of grass
Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.
I just remembered that another bird gave me and my son reason to smile all day: she is a little blue and white parakeet named Gretel and she somehow got a feather on top of her nose which stuck to her nose all day long. She looked like some sort of royalty unawares.
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