I learned today that one of Ann Wyeth McCoy’s favorite poems was Robert Frost’s Dust of Snow. And indeed, it is lovely and speaks to me of how my Wyeth walks in the woods have brought great changes to me.
Dust of Snow
BY ROBERT FROST
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
July 8, Brandywine River Museum of Art