Poetry Thursday

In honor of the snow, which is now rapidly melting away (it is spring, after all):

by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from leaden sieves
It powders all the wood
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road

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1 Response to Poetry Thursday

  1. Aunt Zona's avatar Aunt Zona says:

    Oh, I like Emily Dickinson.  Such great imagery. I’m glad you liked my “poem” too – one of my favorite hymns,  with its own wonderful word pictures.

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