✨ L. The Snow
fills with alabaster...
L. The Snow
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 flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
—Emily Dickinson
“The Snow” by Emily Dickinson is in the public domain. Photo by Jean-Baptiste D., Creative Commons, via Unsplash.
"wrinkled of the road", "acres of seams", "wrists of posts": amazing images.
Loved "it sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood"