A Patch of Old Snow
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten —
If I ever read it.
Beautifully put as always, thank you Robert Frost.
Meanwhile; CampNaNoWriMo word count is currently 40,943. Did not get to write at all for the last two days, but I’m still a day ahead. The weekend should put me pretty near that 50k goal!