TWO tiny winter gems from the New England master Robert Frost.

So much in so little words.

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.

A PATCH OF OLD SNOW

There'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 I've forgotten -

If I ever read it.