Crows in a Tree

Apparently Robert Frost liked crows as much as I do. His poem, which follows, is called “Dust of Snow”:

Dust of Snow

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.

Simple and elegant. One of the reasons I love Frost.