THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Beclouded
Summary
Beclouded is a short poem by Emily Dickinson that captures a gloomy winter sky in just eight lines. A single travelling snowflake hesitates over a barn and a rut, unsure whether to fall, while a narrow wind grumbles about being wronged. Dickinson gives the weather a petty, human mood, then turns the scene into a quiet reflection on how even Nature can be caught unprepared and stripped of her finery.
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