corvi in hieme

I stepped outside to look at the glow of a clear sky at sunset and saw crows flying home. There is a roost of tremendous size south of here a mile or two, and I often see them winging home in small groups this time of day. They are beautiful to watch in flight.

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.

That's a poem by Robert Frost I first read and learned back in North Dakota. There aren't many days here that remind me of my winters growing up or those back home, but the weather has been reminiscent of both these last few days.