flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter
Yet… here near me there’s spriiiinnnnngggg!!!!!!!!
🙂
That is what amazed me. The flakes were so tiny, but they accumulated into three feet of snow!
I can smell the snow and feel the air on my cheeks 😊
Since I haven’t had snow this winter this feeds me with its soft, icy blanket.
So beautiful!
That was such a lovely post to see at a time when I needed it the most. Thank you for that!
Nice picture and words. Can’t remember the last time I saw snow like that.
Yet another of nature’s virtues.
The flakes don’t feel as though they are as light as air when shovelling.
I should be a pine tree, then, perhaps I’d learn to bow to winter. 😉
I love the contrast of the light snowflakes and the heavy accumulation of them weighing the branches down.
It was such a beautiful storm.