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.
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.
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.
Beautiful pictures. That poem is perfect to describe such a time.
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.