Purple Ice

The air was a cold 16 degrees fahrenheit this morning when I snapped these pictures. Yesterday, the temperatures warmed up enough to melt a bit of the snow perched on the tree branches and scattered on the roads, and then this bitter cold froze all the moisture, sealing everything up into a purple haze that lingered just before the sun came up.

Winter has been unrelenting with the cold. To get through these dark days I’ve been reading poetry. Here’s a poem by Robert Frost, Dust of Snow:

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

4 comments to “Purple Ice”
  1. Nice poem. Winter days while cold and dreary can be very beautiful. Fog occurs in the Winter too and when it freezes puts a nice frosting on all the trees and plants — it is quite cool. Good photos.

  2. I have a single volume of Robert Frost which I bought after listening to the Simon and Garfunkle song. I also got some Emily Dickenson at the same time. Of course, the ‘promises to keep’ poem is the obvious one that sticks in my head.

  3. Such atmosphere. I suppose I have mentioned that I loved living in ‘the snow’ here in Aus? We got through our dark days by skiing at night under spotlights.

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