Saturday, February 5, 2011

Top of the Storm


How drifts are piled,
Dooryard and road ungraded,
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided.

from "Storm Fear" by Robert Frost




Photo Copyright 2011
Wanda Hayes Eichler
Photo taken Wednesday, February 2, 2001 at 9:41 am

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