The other day

Earlier this week I enjoyed a puzzle outside. Today the weather is windy and snow is predicted. 

And part of a poem:

Today I want the sky,
The tops of the high hills,
Above the last man's house,
His hedges, and his cows,
Where, if I will look, I look
Down even on sheep and rook, 
And of all things that move
See buzzards only above: -
Past all trees, past furze
And thorn, where naught deters 
The desire of the eye
For sky, nothing but sky. 

Edward Thomas