[…] “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 Caroll
Mother Earth swaddles
with snowy coverlet,
barren branches
In late November and December, it is never a surprise to see snow here in southern Québec. She even remembers walking with the children trick or treating October 31st on snow covered streets. Autumn has such vibrant colours but once the leaves have fallen, it looks like the death of an era. November’s doom and melancholy often sets in for many people.
Although she cringes of the winter’s biting cold weather, shortening her long walks and forcing her to stay in, it is often a blessing…a relief to see the brightness of the snow covered land, carpeted with hope of better days ahead, escaping finally the bareness of late autumn.
Yes, one cannot help but feel excitement and joy especially after that first snowfall. It seems to awaken the child within.
season’s interlude
frost tipped trees and frozen land
biting autumn winds
snow covered parks
winter wonderland
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron
[…] “These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.” […] Pedro Calderon de la Barca.
new dawn
in its splendour
blossoms
fading light hurries life
nighttime’s last embrace
[…] “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” […]Hellen Keller
Today on her way to work, she noticed a bumble bee moving ever slightly on the blossom of a black eyed Susan. She hesitated a moment as she would have loved to take a photo but then she walked on thinking a photograph would not even come close to the image she was savouring in her mind.
with passion embrace
savouring sweet nectar
bumble bee hums