A Voice from the Eastern Door

Think Snow – Gardens and Forests Need It

By Paul Hetzler

In her poem “It Sifts from Leaden Sieves,” Emily Dickinson lauds the sublime beauty of snow – gossamer flakes that garnish a forest, wispy grains that infiltrate nooks and crannies, and wind-sculpted rings of snow around fence posts....

 

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