Tucked into nearly-nothingness The fall of snow, I must profess - Aside from chill that does repress My eager heart and mind - May be of Nature's best success The purity does quite impress With wafting swirls in great excess Despite those quarantined The color, fine, in evening dress Is perfect as love's faithfulness, Blended light made to coalesce As none others less refined For white, alone, cannot oppress A canvas on which to express Each step of life's minute progress - With white, I am aligned.
Tag: winter
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
(via landscape-photo-graphy)
Oceans of Mine 