It Sifts from Leaden Sieves ( Emily Dickinson).

 EMILY DICKINSON'S "IT SIFTS FROM LEADEN SIEVES" (1862) The mov't of snow and how it settles on the landscape...... 

 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 Veil

 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...............

 Photographs 2020