Weathered by Snow

It Sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson
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 it’s Artisans – like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –
wood pile covered by snow

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Author: A. JoAnn

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4 thoughts

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  3. Thanks, Chris. I stumbled on this poem as I was looking for inspiration on the theme “weathered.” Then, it starting snowing, which allowed me to get the before and after pictures

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