The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A traveling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How someone treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
~Emily Dickinson
Image: New England Early Winter. 1949. By S.L. Gerry (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Comm
Kathy Waller 
Good to know Nature has its bad hair days 🙂
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Yes. And trust Emily to point them out.
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Perfect description! But then it is Emily…
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Amazing, isn’t she? She always gets it right.
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