Wednesday, February 02, 2011


Yes, the fluffy kinds. Also the immensely beautiful kinds. Also the frightfully delightfully playful kinds.
It snowed last night. Blizzard-ed rather. And we had a day off today. I had to shovel for three hours. Except for that, it was all quite magical. And so, in honour of "snow day", I give you...

Like Snow

She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered 'Too much light',
And drew the curtains close.
Like snow, warmer than fingers feared,
And to soil friendly;
Holding the histories of the night
In yet unmelted tracks.

-- Robert Graves