Where webs of snow are drifting

Snow has already come and gone several times in the last few weeks, but today's snow has a feeling of permanence about it, as if it's going to become the bedding layer for a winter-long sedimentary cover. Or, as Christina's Rosetti put it: Earth stood hard as iron, water like stone; Snow had fallen, snow… Continue reading Where webs of snow are drifting

Winter comes to November

Falling Leaves and Early Snow In the years to come they will say, “They fell like the leaves In the autumn of nineteen thirty-nine.” November has come to the forest, To the meadows where we picked the cyclamen. The year fades with the white frost On the brown sedge in the hazy meadows, Where the… Continue reading Winter comes to November

52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

52 Weeks ~ Winter (48/52)

Snow-flakes Out of the bosom of the Air,   Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,   Over the harvest-fields forsaken,    Silent, and soft, and slow    Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take   Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make   In the… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Winter (48/52)