Friday Poem-Robert Frost

A Patch Of Old Snow

Thereโ€™s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day Iโ€™ve forgottenโ€“
If I ever read it.

โ€“Robert Frost