December 9, 2017

A rare snow day yesterday, the first since we moved here five years ago, and the woods were as beautiful as I'd imagined them to be.


It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

-Emily Dickinson



A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

-Robert Frost



Thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.

-William Carlos Williams



It lifts existence on a plane of snow
One level higher than the earth below,
One level nearer heaven overhead,
And last year's berries shining scarlet red.

-Robert Frost



In winter

    all the singing is in

         the tops of the trees

             where the wind-bird


with its white eyes

    shoves and pushes

         among the branches.

-Mary Oliver



Here, where the world is quiet;

         Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

         In doubtful dreams of dreams;

 -Algernon Charles Swinburne






All in all, we got less than two inches, and it lasted less than a day before melting away. But for a few precious hours, between dawn and noon, our little corner of the world was hushed and winter white. In this dark world of ours true joy is often hard come by, but it was here, yesterday. For a little while.









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