Winter Days~

Frosty snowy days have come, and Gus and I are dedicated to soaking up the beauty of this season. Sometimes we watch the snow fall from the sky, from inside our cozy house, past the windows, with sweet things baking in the oven and hot tea in the pot. And other days we head straight for the woods, bundled up in our warm woollies, and after a good play, we stand under tall trees and look up into the sparkling branches of frosty white, letting the snow land on our warm faces like pixie dust.

First Snow

~ Mary Oliver

The snow

began here

this morning and all day

continued, its white

rhetoric everywhere

calling us back to why, how,

whence such beauty and what

the meaning; such

an oracular fever! flowing

past windows, an energy it seemed

would never ebb, never settle

less than lovely! and only now,

deep into night,

it has finally ended.

The silence

is immense,

and the heavens still hold

a million candles; nowhere

the familiar things:

stars, the moon,

the darkness we expect

and nightly turn from. Trees

glitter like castles

of ribbons, broad fields

smolder with light, a passing

creekbed lies

heaped with shining hills;

and though the questions

that have assailed us all day

remain-not a single

answer has been found-

walking out now

into the silence and the light

under the trees,

and through the fields,

feels like one.