Wish I could sip coffee in bed aaall day...

In honor of the first intense snow at Cornell (blame global warming for its tardiness), and in the spirit of finals week procrastination, I present to you a poem I wrote. It was inspired by senior year nostalgia (already kicking in), and my love of Robert Frost.


Stay Warm!
Meghan




First Snow
The wonder of your feet

the first marks

on an untouched bed of white

tread lightly!

the snow

though

blinding in its brilliance

is so easily made

unpure

soon the students’ shuffled steps

carelessly trek

through the once-white way

Ah, Mr. Frost, how right you were

Nothing gold— nor white— can stay...