2nd Sat Strollers

By AndrewDBurns

Manchester-bound ...

Been in Manchester for the weekend - back in Edinburgh now ...

... this snap was taken on the way down, from the train-window, and prompted thoughts of Emily Dickinson's famous snow-poem:


The Snow

It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, --
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

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Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

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