Snow by Walter de la Mare


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No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.
Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,
Roof, – everywhere,
It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;
‘Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint’ry ray,
And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.



Today was a snow day, with school closed and me unable to get to work.  The woods over the road were beautiful, however, and the dog loved it.

Walter de la Mare’s poem captures how snow manages to bring nature and trees into relief, with every branch silvery in the weak sun.

I’ve also started my next book club book – Thin Air by Michelle Paver.  It seemed appropriate today, given the weather.

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