"What is more serene than the earth
under a blanket of freshly fallen snow?
Nature has come to a standstill.
The only sound is ice crunching underfoot.
People speak in muted tones...
This is a season of rest."
~ Wayne Jacobsen, "In My Father's Vineyard"
(Image: "Quiet Morning" by P. Buckley Moss)
under a blanket of freshly fallen snow?
Nature has come to a standstill.
The only sound is ice crunching underfoot.
People speak in muted tones...
This is a season of rest."
~ Wayne Jacobsen, "In My Father's Vineyard"
(Image: "Quiet Morning" by P. Buckley Moss)
3 comments:
This poem is full of quietness and dream. But have you snow really? Here in France we have one among the warmer winters we ever had. Snow is lacking even in the ski stations, except very high in the mountains. It's a pleasure always to pay you a visit on your blog. I wonder if you would enjoy a tiny cross stitcher gift from a French friend. It would be a pleasure for me. So if you aggree with this, please just give me your mail address on the e mail address you find at the top of my blog. You don't need to send something back to me. It's just a little token of friendship.
I just discovered your lovely blog while searching for Gladys Taber entries on the web. I am so happy to have such a neat place to visit. I especially like your illustrations and poems.
I'm back again just to greet you at this point of the middle of the week. Even if I don't see new things on your blog, I'm glad to think that I have a friend like YOU in USA, and I feel happy to come and greet you. I wish that you enjoy lovely moments crafting, cross stitching, cooking and being with all your beloved ones. Love from France.
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