There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten—
If I ever read it.
R. Frost
2 comments:
Yay! Wonderful words and image.
you are a poet and you don't know it..love the pics above...
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