Eighteen inches of new evidence, snow
Come, walk with me said the river
Walk into my world of monochrome black and white, slow
the day is short and deep
black water strikes below, remember
skating for hours, playing out in the cold?
rocks and sand far under where water used to flow?
Take small steps while the light bends close
smell the dream of distance where water
stops its flow
Sister Winter calls my name
I listen: oh, exuberant earth
how sweet the pines, the silent snow
we walk far off, far off and away before
darkness, again, strikes down the day.
Quinn doggy on the Eagle River
Exquisite, pristine images, Monica.
As always, images and words that whisk you off to a new world. Lovely.
Such evocative words and beautifully processed images. The tints make them feel aged, and yet contemporary.
The last two lines –
we walk far off, far off and away before
darkness, again, strikes down the day
recall walking home after hours on the ice, skates slung over our shoulders, the smell of woodsmoke in our hair.
More snow today…so beautiful. Thanks for taking a look!
yes; I lived in a small town, Frankenmuth Michigan where the town square had a wonderful pond, with small shack with wood stove. Great memories