Friday
Jan282011
Beclouded
Friday, January 28, 2011 at 07:32AM
BECLOUDED.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Emily Dickinson
in Poetry
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