Friday, 8 February 2013

Emerson-always the right words for a snow storm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, arrives the snow.

Come see the North wind’s masonry out of an unseen quarry.

So fanciful, so savage.

And when his hours are numbered and the world is all his own

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art.

The mad wind’s night work.

The frolic architecture of the snow.

The Snow Storm, Ralph Waldo Emerson
(with apologies)