Winter Is Wanting to Linger But Spring Is on Its Way

A Patch of Old Snow

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.

Robert Frost

Old Snowflake Quilt Block

Buds

When all the other leaves are gone
The brown oak leaves still linger on,
Their branches obstinately lifted
To frozen wind and snow deep-drifted.

But when the winter is well passed
The brown oak leaves drop down at last,
To let the little buds appear
No larger than a mouse's ear.

Elizabeth Coatsworth

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