On a crisp chill morn’
Paradox so comforting
Fresh blanket of snow
Paradox so comforting
Fresh blanket of snow
Tag: snow
Symphony
Early season
Symphony of snow
Graceful waltzing arcs
Vigorous staccato bumps
Rhythms and melodies
Of edge and wax
Symphony of snow
Graceful waltzing arcs
Vigorous staccato bumps
Rhythms and melodies
Of edge and wax
River Dreams
In a land made white
By winterfall
A river blue
Runs right through
By winterfall
A river blue
Runs right through
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
Incomprehensible Perfection
I’ve spent all my life
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
The Fate of Snowflakes
Snowflakes make their way
Down from clouded sky
Carried by the fateful winds
To find a place of rest
Perhaps atop the matted grass
Or come to know the branch and bough
Where they paint such pictures pretty
Down from clouded sky
Carried by the fateful winds
To find a place of rest
Perhaps atop the matted grass
Or come to know the branch and bough
Where they paint such pictures pretty
Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace
Winter Dreaming
Revelling on Golden Dreams
Where languid winter river flows
Beneath soft flakes fluttering
Alighting like sweet Angel’s down
Upon needled bough and barren branch
Or cloak the water where it’s still
Where languid winter river flows
Beneath soft flakes fluttering
Alighting like sweet Angel’s down
Upon needled bough and barren branch
Or cloak the water where it’s still
Spectacle of Winter
The quaking aspen
Its shivering leaves
Long since yellowed and fallen
Spreads bare branches
Its shivering leaves
Long since yellowed and fallen
Spreads bare branches
A net to capture
Brittle broken crystals
Falling gently
Alighting on smallest twig
A coat of soft white
On gnarled white bark
Winter ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #65
I want to take a picture
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
Of winter descended
But the snowfall changed
To light drizzle
It’s cold and damp outside
True signs of a
Coast Mountain winter
Purity
What could be more pure
Than the white of snow
Capping a mountain peak
Than the white of snow
Capping a mountain peak
But the arc of a ski
Carving its perfect turn
As the skier masters the snow
Beneath the Perfect Beauty of it All
Beneath my favourite tree
In my favourite spot
On a warm, sunny Sunday
Breeze tickling the leaves
Rippling the glassy lake
Birdsong
And the smell
Of freshly mown grass
In my favourite spot
On a warm, sunny Sunday
Breeze tickling the leaves
Rippling the glassy lake
Birdsong
And the smell
Of freshly mown grass
