Snow Dust Farm Morning (Poem)

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Snowing Morn @ HiBar Ranch

Snow Dust Farm Morning

Snow dusts my farm as I awaken this morn.

Trees resting deep in slumber,

Animals, not moving, still resting.

The chill, it gets us all.

White brush strokes on everything.

Soft and white all around.

This farm, she wonders, shall I wake yet?

Or, shall I curl up and sleep for a while?

The animals, huddled in warm bundles.

They too wonder, shall I awaken?

Or, shall I curl up and sleep too?

I pour my coffee and watch.

Dripping sugar crystals, dusting coffee,

Like the snow that dusts my farm.

Oh, to huddle in warm bundles,

Curled up with coffee, wood stove and Robert Frost.

“Dust Of Snow” by Robert Frost.

The way a crow shook down on me….

The dust of snow from a hemlock tree.

Has given my heart of change of mood

And saved some part of a day I had rued.

I drink in his words, my coffee and this view.

White brush strokes on everything,

Soft and white all around.

This farm, she calls me.

The way the crow shook down on me,

The dust of snow from a hemlock tree.

(Which) has given my heart a change of mood

And has saved some part of my day too.

             ~ by Lori Davis of HiBar Ranch

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Have a blessed day from all of us here at HiBar in the Smoky Mountains!

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