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
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

The way a crow
waddled about,
leaving his footprints in the snow
(And looking o, so stout)
Changed my day
And made me smile
And want to play
(Even if only for a while)

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