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
