It Sifts from Leaden Sieves —

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 deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack — and Stem —
A Summer’s empty Room —
Acres of Joints, 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 —

Emily Dickinson

First substantial snow. First 2012 sled run (Thanks for the ride Grandma Lita!). If you didn’t catch what Jonah said, here’s the transcript:
“I flipped and it didn’t hurt! Know that?! I made a flip and then, then it didn’t hurt me Dad!”

Poor G has been missing out. He’s pitiful sick (you can always see it in the eyes). He stands at the door and screams, “Ou-sie!” Poor boo.

The only thing to cheer him today is The Kopecky Family Band. As he was drifting off to sleep at naptime I heard him mutter through his pacifier, “Pecky, Pecky…” They’re a little too hipster for me, but I’m coming around.


One thought on “It Sifts from Leaden Sieves —

  1. Sick babies! 😦 Sad, sad, sad…I, for one, am sooo grateful for snow (never thought I’d utter those words). Makes winter feel like, well, winter… thanks for writing.

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