There's cat-blogging, photo-blogging, live-blogging, Thanksgiving- and Christmas-blogging, so why not poem blogging?
You would not believe how many people come here via Google searches for poems. Poems on the tsunami, poems on euthanasia (no, I'm not kidding), and more. Of course, I have none of those kinds of poems on my site, but I do have part of a poem, and a link to a poem.
So, in honor of all those people seeking poems, and in honor of our first major snowfall here in southeastern Wisconsin, and, finally, in honor to my Aunt who taught me this poem and many others,here is a poem:
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.