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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

The Icestorm Cometh

Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Yesterday, we had glorious much-needed rain all day long and into the night. In the wee hours of this morning, the plain rain changed to freezing rain and ice-coated all the trees.

When I walked to the paper box in the dark, I was gently pelted by falling ice. All the trees sparkled.

Ice clung to the bare branches of my Rose of Sharon.


And to the branches of the redbud.


And to the little peach tree by the mailbox.


And to all the trees that I could see.

Snow is forecast for later today. This is a day to stay in and stay warm—a day when a warm fire would feel good.
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3 Comments:

Blogger CountryDew said...

Gosh, we have snow this morning, not ice! I wonder what the rest of the day will bring?

7:49 AM  
Blogger Amy Tate said...

Keith Urban has a song called, Raining on Sunday... I've been singing Snowing on Sunday all day long. Isn't is beautiful?

6:03 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

Right now (6:10 p.m.), we're in the midst of a blizzard here!

6:10 PM  

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