Nature Sonnets by the Village Poet

A tiny snowflake came today at morn;

     It was so tiny one could scarcely see

     It’s coming. Then soon followed two and three,

Till by and by a white showed on the lawn

And ere we knew it a snow storm was born.

It was the first snow of the idle year,

And it was gladly welcomed far and near,

     Except one person held it up to scorn.

One person only, he a man profane,

     Who loves not nature nor the dainty snow,

Who curses awful at the sound of rain,

     And who would send cold weather far below

Because he drives to meet the daily train

     O’er hill and dale a dozen miles or so.

Nov. 29, 1910

(Joe Cone’s father-in-law, Adam Clevenshire, ran a livery service out of East Haddam landing)