The door was shut, as doors should be …

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







The Mill River

 

A Winter Walk

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
Andy Goldsworthy

A Child’s Summary

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

Winter Landscape

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 Switzerland?

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

Today my world went white

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

Impressions from January

Old trees are like living cairns.

We can learn a lot from trees: they’re always grounded but never stop reaching heavenward.
Everett Mayor

The Winding Paths

Choose the winding paths on winter days, and nature comes close to you.

Didn’t I warn you?

Did I forget to warn you about
The physical well-being
The feeling of happiness
The joy
And of course
The urge for repetition
Even when it rains like today.

When the buzzard flies low over my head.
When a city person sits on the river bank in the pouring rain with his briefcase under the umbrella.
When a flock of starlings are exercising over the meadow.
When a pair of swans are wearing goggles. They certainly have their heads under water.
When the blackbird sits in the hedge humming spring songs in the middle of January.

Didn’t I warn you about being addicted to nature?