I took a walk into the woodsdown a familiar lane
during this latest eastern snowstorm.
I happen to love the woods
when it is snowing...
one of my favorite time/places.
I rarely miss such an opportunity.
Sometimes I will stand here quietly and listen
while the snowfall gradually turns me
into a human snowman.
"Go to the winter woods:
listen there, look, watch, and
"the dead months" will give you
a subtler secret than any
you have yet found in the forest."
- Fiona Macleod
(Where the Forest Murmurs)
"The cold was our pride,
the snow was our beauty.
It fell and fell,
lacing day and night together in a milky haze,
making everything quieter as it fell,
so that winter seemed to partake of religion
in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn."
- Patricia Hampl
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