Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
This poem by Robert Frost evoked a beautiful image and offered up a question I propose to carry for a week. The question? Where/when/what is the observed "something" (in every day) that kindles a change of mood, sparks a new insight and/or ignites a feeling of joy and gratitude?
For Robert Frost, beauty's visitation came in the form of a crow shaking down the dust of snow. After that, beauty's visitation did what beauty does, for those who are alive to it. Robert Frost wrote this poem, and others, which awaken the Beautiful.
For me, the poem is an invitation, an invitation I accept, to be on the look for each day's "gift-bearing surprise," with profound gratitude to RF.
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