Peering through a branch-lined portal at the softness of snow.
Where frosty starbursts emerge from the desert soil.
And wise elders rejoice, reaching to the sky with arms contorted by the years. Ancient trees collect the bountiful flakes falling from the sky to share.
They tuck the next generation under downy crystalline blankets. When spring awakens them, they will change into new beings who will continue the cycle and share the softness of snow.
Monochrome Monday (MM)
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Gorgeous! I love the soft images and beautiful prose. :)
Thank you, Susanne! Snow softens everything.
Beautiful poetry - both words and photos.
Thanks, Suzy!
Very nice. No snow for us yet, but my Pullman daughter is trying my 1976 waxed xc skis...complete with the color guide for wax hardness. We' ll see. Warm snow is a challenge for the experts.
Thanks! Hope she has fun! 🎿
Beautiful images and melodic verse Siobhan - this is the only time of year when I actually miss snow!
Thanks, Tina. I used infrared to soften those images even more. Snow is always nice--for a little while. ;)
Great idea Siobhan, well done.