Winter

May 5th, 2008

I like to walk on fresh fallen snow
The kind that whispers and speaks.
It sings a song as I walk along
With crackles and scrunches and squeaks.

…Flakes whirling,
Softly swirling,
Lightly floating,
Whitely coating…

The snow comes down
In the dark of night.
When we awake
The world is white.

Winter solitude
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
~ Basho

 One must have a mind of winter 
To regard the frost and the boughs 
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow.
~Wallace Stevens
Where does the white go when the snow melts?
A snowflake is one of God’s most fragile creations,
but look what they can do when they stick together!
There is a wilder solitude in winter when every sense is pricked alive and keen.
~ May Sarton
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