I woke up this morning to a world covered in white.
Our first snowfall of the season.
I bundled myself up and entered this hushed world , gently, softly, and went for a walk, my shoes crunching, crunching.
Everything was glazed in light. I felt renewed.
…trees glitter like castles of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found —
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
Beautiful photos and poem! Thank you.
wonderful photos. first snow is peaceful. six months later…(spoken like a transplanted minnesotan to california, yes?)