Afterflakes
In the thick of a teeming 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 darkness,
If the reason was in me,
That shadow of mine should show in form
Against the shapeless shadow of storm,
How swarthy I must be.
I turned and looked back upward.
The whole sky was blue;
And the thick flakes floating at a pause
Were but frost knots on an airy gauze,
With the sun shining through.
Robert Frost
The following link is less introspective and more from the lighter side of falling flakes. For over 25 years Letterman has made a tradition of closing the last show before Christmas with the soulful power of Darlene Love. This version is from 2000 when she is backed up by the Singing Sergeants - enjoy.
