Saturday, January 7, 2017


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, the 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.

–Mary Oliver-

Just having a home to come home to
is answer enough for me

Current Winter Gear
The boots have no traction left--I carry my cane for stability and walk slowly, picking my way carefully like the little old gal I am.


Deb G said...

The top photo is beautiful! And yes, a home to come to.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

you'd be the one in the crowd i'd strike up a conversation with

Mo Crow said...

where's your galoshes?

Mo Crow said...

great photo of snow in the Big Apple!

Ms. said...

I'm going snow boot hunting soon as a certain expected cash gift arrives...the ones I'm wearing in the photo are warm but no traction. Love that Grace would strike up a chat...and isn't it interesting that snowflakes look like little globes?

yvette said...

yes snowboots give more grip!

Kim Andersen said...

Be careful put there!