But now the world looks like this:
That's my neighbor, Burt, cleaning off his garage in the background.
And this was the car when we started. That's not snow, it's ice. It was quite a challenge, let me tell you.
Anyway, in honor of the snowy weather, I found this lovely poem by Melville Cane that I'd like to share.
Snow Toward Evening
Suddenly the sky turned gray,
The day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Quietly
From some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petals cool and white
Drifted and blew,
Lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night.
--Melville Cane
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