Here’s what blew in last night – literally – in about an hour. The way the wind was howling and rattling the house you’d think I lived on the Nebraska prairie. The snow was blowing and swirling, but ultimately there’s not much of it. It is, however, only about 18 degrees, so it’s been frozen to the ground and my deck all night.
I kept trying to get the colors of the clouds through the trees, where the sun was rising, this was the best I was able to do:
It won’t be here long, it’ll start warming up again tomorrow, back to the 40s and rain. This is so much nicer, since I don’t have to go to work today and drive on the icy roads. I should check the news, no doubt there are accidents all over.
Winter by Walter de la MareClouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day’s journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.