Such a profound pictorial of the mystical silence found in the deepest part of Winter. No footprints or paw prints to disturb the Moonscaped winter scene. So quiet I believe I could hear the snow falling.
It reminds of Robert Frost's poem
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
NATIVE SPIRIT Oracle Cards - Denise Linn
That is why I love snow so much: it covers the earth under a thick blanket and makes us believe for a while that all is well
ReplyDeleteThere does seem to be a quiet peacefulness here. Perhaps it is the stopping and pausing that is important.
ReplyDeleteTime...can't fight it can't shoot it..I love every season the most.
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