sketches - snowy day

Somehow this heavy wet snow made the silence even more silent...
 nature muffled in a ephemeral blanket of white.


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How Is It That the Snow

by Robert Haight

How is it that the snow

amplifies the silence,

slathers the black bark on limbs,

heaps along the brush rows?

Some deer have stood on their hind legs

to pull the berries down.

Now they are ghosts along the path,

snow flecked with red wine stains.

This silence in the timbers.

A woodpecker on one of the trees

taps out its story,

stopping now and then in the lapse

of one white moment into another.

snowy lane

 

standing in the cold