I haven't posted for a while as the fall and early winter were crazy for me, but this week I came across this poem and loved it so much, I had to share. Enjoy!
Snow in the Suburbs
by Thomas Hardy
Every branch big with it
Bent every twig 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-hump 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.
Happy Friday, and happy Valentine's Day. May your day be full of heartwarming words and perhaps a few chocolates! Thanks to the amazing Linda Baie for hosting today. You can find her post and links to the rest of the Poetry Friday gang HERE.
