Snow Day!

Snow, snow, snow. We were blanketed with an unexpected 10 inches of powdery heaven yesterday. This is nearly unheard of here on the Mid-Atlantic coast. The children blissfully played all day, reveling in the joys of winter. The forest looks so beautiful donning a brilliant white frock. I sit watching my rosy cheeked little ones and am once again overcome with gratitude. I really am wealthy beyond measure.

The Snow

Emily Dickenson

It sifts from leaden sieves,

It powders all the wood,

It fills with alabaster wool

The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face

Of mountain and of plain,-

Unbroken forehead from the east

Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,

It wraps it, rail by rail,

Till it is lost in fleeces;

It flings a crystal veil.

On stump and stack and stem,-

The summer's empty room,

Acres of seams where harvests were,

Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,

As ankles of a queen,-

Then stills it's artisans like ghosts,

Denying they have been.