BECLOUDED
by Emily Dickinson
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.
by Emily Dickinson
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.
4 comments:
That's so cool. So there is something to see in the interior of Wisconsin's Hiawatha Valley counties after all.
This photo so reminds me of home. I am from Connecticut where they grow a lot of tobacco. The farmers dry it in big red barns. I love the Midwest but we live in the city. I miss the barns of my youth.
Do you ever go to the Creamery in Downsville?
@ voyageur - There's some very pretty areas in the interior of the county. The St. Croix River and Mississippi on the Western edge are the highlights though.
@ andrew - I know of it but have not been there myself. Will get there one of these days. Thanks for visiting!
Jealousy rears its ugly head -- I WANT you barn!!
MMB
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