On a Snowy Day – #JusJoJan

It is ridiculous how much I feel like a kid this morning. Waking to a gentle snow on the trees reminds me of so many mornings when I was a kid. As hubby walked through the new fallen snow to put the bird feeders out this morning, I thought of my grandmother.

I have a strong memory of her donning her boots, coat and scarf to go outside. She took an old straw broom and swept away the snow from under the cascading forsythia bush. Then she spread breadcrumbs and oatmeal for the birds to eat.

My grandmother’s dining room looked out over the backyard. One morning I saw a red cardinal land on a snow covered branch – deep red against the stark white backdrop.

We woke to about six inches of snow. It is snowing still. The birds are flitting about trying to find a protected place to land, darting out momentarily to retrieve a seed from the feeder.  This is some of nature’s best work and I am honored to be privy to it.

I am aware other people may be facing ice rather than snow. I am hoping that the ice holds off as much as possible. Right now it is snowing, big beautiful flakes.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Written as part of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan.

Prompt word today (ridiculous) submitted by Lauren from LSS Attitude of Gratitude.


29 thoughts on “On a Snowy Day – #JusJoJan”

    1. I have been in many discussion groups where this poem was dissected beyond recognition. I just love the simplicity of message and feeling.


  1. A friend of mine who teaches Montessori told me she had just read a black and white picture book of the poem punctuated by patches of red such as from the cardinal. I don’t know the illustrator. I saw a very similar bright male cardinal in a sea of similar fluffy snow as yours.

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  2. Maggie, I enjoy your posts, the messages and the photos. I don’t know how you find time to do all your writing, but I am glad you do. Enjoy the snow while it is still pretty!

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