AFTERFLAKES
by Robert Frost

In the thick of a teeming snowfall
I saw my shadow on snow.
I turned and looked back up at the sky,
Where we still look to ask the why
Of everything below.

If I shed such a darkness,
If the reason was in me,
That shadow of mine should show in form
Against the shapeless shadow of storm,
How swarthy I must be.

I turned and looked back upward.
The whole sky was blue;
And the thick flakes floating at a pause
Were but frost knots on an airy gauze,
With the sun shining through.


American poet (March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963)

6:30 a.m. A Devastating Fire remains out-of-control at Rosa Flora, Dunnville, Ontario.  Rosa Flora is the biggest grower of gerbera in North America as well as many other flowers.  Our thoughts are with our friends at Rosa Flora.

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"What a desolate place would be a world without flowers!  It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome."

~ Clara L. Balfour