With snow falling all over the nation this week, I couldn’t help think of a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It goes like this…
“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow; and driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight; the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end…”
“The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snow Storm
Wherever you may be … enjoy the beginning of winter and stay warm and safe.
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What a beautiful post – I love your poetry along with the photos…such a lovely thing to read this chilly afternoon.
Teresa,
Lovely photos and Emerson is one of my favorites. We are in Durham, NC zone 7 and we have managed to not get this snow.
Thanks a bunch, Rebecca. It may be cold, but it still is beautiful. Stay warm where you are… All best, Teresa
Randy: Appreciated your comments. Isn't Emerson wonderful? Have a wonderful holiday season and thanks for visiting. Teresa
Hey Teresa, I tagged you in my blog.
http://gardensgardens.wordpress.com/2009/12/12/honest-scrap-award-honestly-who-cares/
H.
Thanks, Helen. That's a nice honor. Will definitely check it out. All the best, Teresa
I do so love the snow!
Hi Kim and Victoria:
Let's cross our fingers for a white Christmas this year. Best, Teresa
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