Announced by all the
trumpets of the sky, arrives the snow.
Come see the North
wind’s masonry out of an unseen quarry.
So fanciful, so
savage.
And when his hours
are numbered and the world is all his own
Leaves, when the sun
appears, astonished Art.
The mad wind’s night
work.
The frolic
architecture of the snow.
The Snow Storm, Ralph Waldo Emerson
(with apologies)
