Nature Done Wright

March 22, 2018

Sunrise after the Snowfall

The early morning sky was reflected off the slushy lake surface, giving it a bit of an aura.

The day already felt like spring — just three inches of snow to walk through.

Marianne Herrmann

8 years ago Reply

Reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Karen Craig

8 years ago Reply

What wonderful pictures. Thank you for bringing spring just a little closer.

Marianne Herrmann

8 years ago Reply

Reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Karen Craig

8 years ago Reply

What wonderful pictures. Thank you for bringing spring just a little closer.