Poetry Sunday: It sifts from Leaden Sieves by Emily Dickinson

A snowfall has the power to change the look of the land as it wraps the world in a layer of "fleece." It's not something that happens where I live now but I remember the snowfalls of my childhood. Those were magical times.

And then the sun came out and melted the snow and everything turned to slush. But Emily Dickinson preferred to write of the beauty of the snowfall itself.

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

by Emily Dickinson

It sifts from Leaden Sieves - 

It powders all the Wood. 

It fills with Alabaster Wool 

The Wrinkles of the Road - 

It makes an even Face 

Of Mountain, and of Plain - 

Unbroken Forehead from the East 

Unto the East again - 

It reaches to the Fence - 

It wraps it Rail by Rail

Till it is lost in Fleeces - 

It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack - and Stem - 

A Summer’s empty Room - 

Acres of Joints, where Harvests were, 

Recordless, but for them - 

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts 

As Ankles of a Queen - 

Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts - 

Denying they have been -