A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Monday, March 2, 2009
A Favorite Childhood Poem
FIRST SNOW
by Marie Louise Allen
Snow makes whiteness where it falls
The bushes look like popcorn balls
And places where I always play
Look like someplace else today.
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