Yesterday I posted about the early appearance of bluebirds; today winter is back, with a light snowfall that began early this afternoon and continues still.
This is the kind of snow that for some reason always reminds me of Joyce’s Dubliners “The Dead:” his line, raptly sorrowful, about snow being general over Ireland…
Here for the moment it is lovely and soft, the light of dusk and dawn especially magical with snow.
If it lasts, another snow poem sure to follow. And Mississippi roast in the wings xo