the evergreens were laden with snow
it has been snowing since last wednesday.
when i look outside, or walk out the front door, i wonder if we are getting all our winter snow in one fell swoop, or if people feel discouraged as they shovel, knowing that the ground they clear will soon be covered by a blanket of new snow.
on sunday, the wind died down for a bit, and my sister and i took atlas for a walk before dinner.
it was a balmy one degree outside.
the sky was white. the trees were white. the ground was white.
the freshly fallen snow blanketed the earth with the sound of silence.
the evergreen branches sank toward the ground under the weight of the snow.
the unbroken path whispered, “come. you are welcome. come.”
atlas caught a scent of something under the snow and spent a few happy minutes trying to uncover it.
unfortunately, he also got too cold – i am still learning about dogs and winter – and he spent the rest of the day wrapped in blankets in front of the heater.
the wintry walk inspired a joyful exhilaration, a clarity of focus, an appreciation for the austere.
and as we walked along the trail toward home, the trees sang their noiseless song of rich deep wisdom and knowing.
“we are here. you are here. all is well.”
Beautiful pictures, Elizabeth!
I like the way Atlas appears in color against a black and white background.
Thank you! I find it so interesting that the trees look b&w from a distance, when they are green up close.
I love the pictures of snow and winter that you’ve been posting. So peaceful. It makes me long for a winter like that again. It did snow a little today, but it was only a dusting.
Clearly you are overdue for a winter visit! I hope you have one day of snow this winter.
the last three paragraphs of this post are beautiful.
so beautiful!
they are a poem elizabeth. a perfect winter poem.
Thank you, dear Tammy. Winter here is a poem.
You got the fluffy white stuff! We just got a ton of sleet. It was no fun at all, especially in a city that’s ill-equipped for winter, in general.
Does Atlas ever wear a coat or sweater? My doxie needed one desperately but would never keep it on, the little stinker. I tried so many different ones over the course of her life. She hated every single one of them.