The first snow of the season always brings hope that the bad things in the year can be purified (or covered up). I'll be cursing the weather after three months of scraping the car windows and shoveling the walk, but for now, it brings hope.
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-- Robert Frost, "Dust of Snow"
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