Snow Flakes

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (6)

Ha ha ha- stately toes! The snows of Antan in yourden.
Dang, the very words are doing a merry jig! She has a light touch with this one that she maintains throughout. Splendid! ! !
Fabulous metaphor by one of the great poets of all time. Makes me want to dance right along with her.
Prig, jig! With the muse their dancing steps. Thanks for sharing.
Nicely thought with a metaphor Snow for life, Hats Off Madam
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