This landscape is so wild in which the poet is perishing be mimicked He speaks me of a deep loneliness. It's so intense and silent, that you can hear even the slightest movement. Has left behind the comfort of home and just watching the snow can stay. Just only, the cold and that whiteness may be able to relieve the burning intensity of his thoughts. The force of nature always overwhelmed, because in it lies the soul of the Creator
One of my nicest memories is of snowshoeing as a teen in the woods of my parents' property. So, quiet, to peaceful, snow falling around. I would like very much to do that again.
Thank you all for your very nice comments. As I write this, the snow is falling at a rate of about an inch an hour, and the trees are just like the ones in this photograph. All is quiet and peaceful here. However, Robert,our fellow traveler on the trail, broke his clavicle this morning. Please remember him in your prayers as he recovers from this painful injury. Robert, when you feel up to it will you please post the link to your newest blog here at "A Trail of Flowers" so that we may follow it? Thank you very much. May Almighty God bless you all, dear friends, and keep you safe and sound.
This landscape is so wild in which the poet is perishing be mimicked
ReplyDeleteHe speaks me of a deep loneliness. It's so intense and silent, that you can hear even the slightest movement.
Has left behind the comfort of home and just watching the snow can stay. Just only, the cold and that whiteness may be able to relieve the burning intensity of his thoughts.
The force of nature always overwhelmed, because in it lies the soul of the Creator
"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" has always been one of my favorite poems. I like cclaridad's comment.
ReplyDeleteOne of my nicest memories is of snowshoeing as a teen in the woods of my parents' property. So, quiet, to peaceful, snow falling around. I would like very much to do that again.
ReplyDeleteRobert, I found your "new" blog. Thanks for starting it up again.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your very nice comments. As I write this, the snow is falling at a rate of about an inch an hour, and the trees are just like the ones in this photograph. All is quiet and peaceful here. However, Robert,our fellow traveler on the trail, broke his clavicle this morning. Please remember him in your prayers as he recovers from this painful injury. Robert, when you feel up to it will you please post the link to your newest blog here at "A Trail of Flowers" so that we may follow it? Thank you very much. May Almighty God bless you all, dear friends, and keep you safe and sound.
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