Snowy Sunday

Pumpkins are blooming indoors. Snowed overnight, snowing now and supposed to turn to rain later today. 

And when it falls on Sunday,  bells
Are a wild natural voice that dwells
On hillsides; but the birds' songs have
The holiness gone from the bells.

This day unpromised is more dear
Than all the named days of the year 
When seasonable sweets come in,
Because we know how lucky we are. 

Edward Thomas