A Change of Mood

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.

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

20 thoughts on “A Change of Mood

  1. That is a beautiful photo. And interestingly, we’re reading a kids book right now with our son that is based on Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken! I’m sure you encounter that in your walks!

    • Oh! It’s poetry worth reading, Ab. Robert Frost is the man 😊
      I love getting lost in the forest – under reasonably controlled conditions 😊
      Otherwise, I like to help others find their way if they lack a direction.
      You can find my illustration of two roads diverged in a yellow wood here: The Road not taken
      I saw the women on a countryroad and thought / 📷 of Robert Frost’s poem.

    • Great to hear from you, Tanja!!
      It’s a strange time we are living in. I hope you are doing well.
      The frost has now turned into strong thaw and the snow is gone.
      However, it is too early to talk about real spring.
      All the best,
      Hanna

      • Thank you for the good wishes, Hanna.
        I think winter will ebb and flood for a while before it’s ready to give way to spring, but that’s ok. It’s a promising time of year.
        Stay well,
        Tanja

  2. Robert Frost had a beautiful way of describing the world. I memorized some of his poems as a kid. “Two roads diverges in a yellow wood” has been an all time favorite of mine. I still focus on taking the road, or path, less travelled. As for the snow falling on one from trees, whether caused by a crow or other cause (like my wife shaking the limb), attitude and a sense of humor make all the difference. 🙂 –Curt

  3. Your post has saved my mood. I love the Frost poem. What a lovely photo. I wrote a poem for it:

    Every moment we had
    together
    falls like snowflakes
    on my cold limbs.

    Every moment you’re
    gone
    washes down a stream
    in the heart of winter.

    Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham

    I don’t know why it ended up a sad poem. Maybe because so many people I know are grieving now. If you give permission, can I post the poem with your photo (accredited to you obviously) on my site?

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