Go to the winter woods …

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Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
Bill Morgan, Jr.

The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn.
Patricia Hampl

Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and “the dead months” will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.
Fiona Macleod, Where the Forest Murmurs

Duck Invasion

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Candlemas

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The door was shut, as doors should be …

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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

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A Winter Walk

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

A Child’s Summary

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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

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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?

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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

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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