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Diary Entry-10/02/2017/Snow

It snowed in many parts of England today. I would have loved to see some heavy drifts, but all we had was a light dusting. It did look very pretty, though, when it was falling and rested for a while on the trees. I found this lovely poem by Thomas Hardy, about a little bird being covered in snow.

Snow in the Suburbs


Every branch big with it,

Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
The palings are glued together like a wall,
And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.

A sparrow enters the tree,
Whereon immediately
A snow-lump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eye
And overturns him,
And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.

The steps are a blanched slope,
Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.

Thomas Hardy
(1840-1928)

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