Afterflakes Poem By Robert Frost,
In the thick of a teemmg snowfall,
I saw my shadow on snow.
I turned and looked back up at the sky,
Where we stIll look to ask the why
Of everything below.
If I shed such a darImess,
If the reason was In me,
That shadow of mme should show m form
Agamst the shapeless shadow of storm,
How swarthy I must be.
I turned and looked back upward.
The whole sky was blue;
And the thick Hakes floating at a pause
Were but frost knots on an airy gauze,
With the sun shIning through.