another lovely one from frost.....
A Patch Of Old Snow
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.
You should try baking some Irish freckle bread![]()
Some more snowy stuff this time from Philip Larkin
Morning at last:there in the snow
Morning at last: there in the snow
Your small footprints come and go.
Night has left no more to show,
Not the candle, half drunk wine,
Or touching joy; only this sign
Of your life walking into mine.
But when they vanish with the rain
What morning woke to will remain,
Whether as happiness or pain.
Great news......I have found Freckles Homewhich she shares with red-heads.