Snow in the Suburbs
by Thomas Hardy
.....Every branch big with it,
....Bent every twig with it;
........Every fork like a white web-foot;
........Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
....The palings are glued together like a wall,
....And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.
.....A sparrow enters the tree,
....Whereon immediately
........A snow-lump thrice his own slight size
........Descends on him and showers his head and eyes
And overturns him,
.And near inurns him,
........And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
....Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.
....The steps are a blanched slope,
.....Up which, with feeble hope,
........A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
.And we take him in.
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I hope you are finding the time between shopping, decorating, entertaining, traveling, etc. to sit back, relax and enjoy this time of year! I'm trying....
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