The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o’er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke…
Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Andy Goldsworthy
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales
Being inspired of the snow outside I found a winter motive along the mill river.
If snow melts down to water, does it still remember being snow?
Jennifer McMahon, The Winter People
A part of the Mill River, Ravnholm, Denmark.
A walk in The Danish Switzerland.
A nick name for the hilly woods in Ravnholm.
“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
Mary Oliver
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Lewis Carroll
Old trees are like living cairns.
We can learn a lot from trees: they’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.
Everett Mayor
HANNA'S WALK 
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