The Magical Power of Snow

The hoarse cries of a raven put me in adventure mood. A few kilometres further on, only the creaking of snow under my shoes breaks the silence, This is an amazing day after the blizzard and the light makes my heart sing.
I’m grateful for being alive.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the withered air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, and housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

The Snow-Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson

7 Comments on “The Magical Power of Snow

  1. Jeg kan godt lige sne også (correct? How do you say ‘love’?) 😀
    I thought I remembered the place with the yellow houses… did you see the vandstære?

    • Jeg elsker også sne 🙂
      Actually, I thought of you, Samuel. I did that because the dipper performed a great one-man’s show like the one you once saw 🙂 🙂

    • It’s nature’s masterpiece into art ❤
      Exploring on days like these makes it worth living 🙂
      Thanks Montucky!!

  2. wonderful atmosphere in your photos and I like the poem a lot, too. Have a nice day, Hanna, regards Mitza

    • Thank you, Mitza. That’s the atmosphere snow creates. It’s wonderful.
      All the best,

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