We may have an invincible summer in the depths of us, but it’s harder and harder to realize, in the face of 21 inches of snow on Wednesday. The world hushed, went still, silent and white, for 24 hours. We’re left with mountains of snow at every corner and turn, bitter bitter cold, crunching underfoot and for the older of us, a cautious, inching gait as we go slowly, slowly —
I promise you, this photo was taken in color ((haiku courtesy David Elpern):
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
-Basho
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I think the picture is beautiful. Color most certainly has a place in the world – but so too does gray.
Just ask my dad – he’s color blind, and all he sees are shades of gray…
🙂
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There’s a song I really like: A whiter shade of pale —
Come to think of it, it’s from The Big Chill!!!!!!!!
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What a beautiful picture! I miss the quietness snow can bring with it. I am working on explaining to my 8 year old, who has no memory of snow, how cold a winter wonderland is. In her young mind, she thinks it is so pretty everyone would spend all day outside enjoying it!
But then again, when it is 50 here, she is certain that it is going to snow. 🙂
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Yes, it’s quiet. And pretty, and it’s a wonderland. But as for being out in it — oh, to be 8 again! That was how many degrees it was this morning!
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The picture is poetic … but my sky is azure, the mountain s are showing a first flush of green and the temp is 68. Love my Tucson.
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At least not everyone is freezing!
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Judith – here’s the forever winter poem I mentioned 🙂
Forever Winter
Pauline Clarke
The brown birds hop from twig to reed,
They search the ground for fallen seed,
And all around the snowy ledge,
I see their tracks among the feed.
My window looks at wood and hedge,
At knee-deep drifts that hide the sedge,
And block the path that leads to town,
Away off at the wood’s far edge.
And still the flakes come drifting down,
To bury green and cover brown,
No matter that it’s April soon,
It’s February wears the crown.
Forever winter, harsh winds croon,
No cheerful robin pipes its tune,
Just snow on ledge and stormy moon,
Just snow on ledge and stormy moon.
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Robert Frost redivivus: the intricate rhyme scheme and easeful turning, turning till we come round right —
So beautifully done that I have to forgive you for being such a winter apologist, Pauline.
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