A Patch of Old Snow
by Robert Frost
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.
Nate Notes
In our age of minute meals, 24 hour news, and sound bites; this poem is a reminder that crisis causing news of the minute is forgotten tomorrow. All the media hype which shakes markets and promotes doom is nothing more than an old patch of snow. . .
1 comment:
Frost is always slightly haunting because he's so true in such a softly-spoken way.
I love his work.
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