Just as the Japanese Maple reached full fall glory, the first snow arrived.
Burdened by the icy wet, leaves shower from the treetop down; they dress the ground beneath the tree in brilliance not seen in a year.
As winter draws near.
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Away! A crow takes flight from a field of snow.
DUST OF SNOW
by Robert Frost
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.
My old friend insomnia came for a visit this morning. No sleep from about 2:00 through at least 4:00 AM. Wandering around the house I peered from our window and could see the sky had remained beautifully clear. I unlocked the door, stepped outside, and stargazed for a while. The Moon was masked by a few local clouds but elsewhere bright stars glowed through. I smiled when I looked southward and saw brilliant lights forming a familiar “T” above the treetops — Scorpius, the scorpion with a glowing red heart! The air was still but cold and I was in tee shirt and stocking feet. I returned to the house, climbed back into bed, and returned to sleep. Calm lamps, indeed.
“Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,
And planet-dust upon the edge of space,
Look down upon the fretful world,
and I Look up to outer vastness unafraid
And see the stars which sang when earth was made.”
— from “Stars” by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall, 1925
Image generated in “Star Walk” for iPad.
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