Recently we awoke to wonder - in the form of snow. For me its like a gift of silence, and beauty. Of course living in North Carolina we don't get full blown snow storms very often so I can still view them as a gift of sorts.
Our small pond is in there somewhere. Where do the frogs go when it there's no dry landing and its 20 degrees outside?
Our front light casts a yellow glow under its hat of snow.
It was still coming down when I took this and I wondered how high it would get.
There was no sitting on the bench these past days. Hot tea, a good book, a bit of sewing got me through the storm.
The days are short
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.
The sky is low
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.
- John Updike
A good book and some sewing - a great way to ride out the storm!
ReplyDeleteOooh! Perfect excuse to do some of the things you love, safe and warm inside, but able to look out at a wonderland!
ReplyDeleteLooks magical, so long as you are inside and warm..
ReplyDeleteDidn't know you lived in Narnia! Love the Updike poem - so practical, precise and beautiful.
ReplyDeletePeaceful Poem. Serene Pics. We were a little warmer yesterday with rain melting the snow we had and creating muddy puddles for the dogs to race through. I saw a news spot where the interviewer asked President Obama which way his dog would wear pants. I'm thinking on all 4 legs would keep the mud off their tummies but then I wondered how they would do their business...and if they even would! Stuck with mud in Northern Indiana.
ReplyDeletexx, Carol
So beautiful, Penny. Same here in NJ, but the rest of this week should change things with milder temps. So nice to enjoy before that happens!
ReplyDelete"A gift of silence..." Doesn't that just say it all! Daryle
ReplyDeleteThanks for thiis blog post
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