Snowflakes poem

For all you cross-country ski fans – excellent grooming today at Lebanon Hills in Eagan. The forest was truly a winter wonderland, with the trees flocked with snow. And, have I mentioned that XC skiing is a great full-body, low impact (well, as long as you don’t fall!) workout?

In honor of the snowy season, here is a short poem on the topic.

Snow flakes.
by Emily Dickinson

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!