a heavy snow
with the lightest of flakes
thus descends a shroud of cold
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
a heavy snow
with the lightest of flakes
thus descends a shroud of cold
Love the title…
Beautiful
Lovely and classic winter shot. This is one of the things I’d miss if I lived in a warm climate. The beauty is worth dealing with the cold. 😉
I couldn’t agree more!
I love the post, picture and words
The word “shroud” is effective, if ominous, to use here!
We’ve had such expressive snowfall this year!