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
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
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.