Snow Storm

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The cold is penetrating  

Snow lying in sculpted drifts  

Longing for summer

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

I felt the chill reading this looking at the photo. Lovely brevity Mary.

[MCS]

Andrew, thank you for those kind words. Sadly its not stopped snowing since I posted that on the 9th of Feb. and its well below zero today 🥶

[andrew mitchell]

Wow that’s too cold for me. Stay warm.

[Arundass TP]

Every thing must change. Change is inevitable. And we expect change. Good poem

[MCS]

Arudass, you got that right and then we have those weird moments that the more things change the more they stay the same. Thank you for the visit.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend

[Dara]

Indeed, summer cannot come to soon. Your write is poignant and gets to the heart of the matter beautifully. I remember winters in Saskatchewan where there were few trees to block the wind. Bitterly cold but beautiful!

[MCS]

Dara, thank you for your visit and sharing. Its not stopped snowing since I posted this. Today feels like a day in Saskatchewan, colder than the last circle of hell.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work...Penetrating is the perfect way to describe cold and winter. Well done.

[MCS]

Thomas, thank you for your comment. Its even colder today than when I posted this.