Monday
Dec102012
stopping by woods on a snowy evening
Monday, December 10, 2012 at 7:33PM Whose woods these are, I think I know.
Unchanged, but not the same.
The blanket unfurled, its downy pillows clinging to branch and bough.
Whose woods these are, I think I know.
The balsam a balm for the aches and the weariness.
These woods, they are mine.
Yet they don't belong to me.
I claim them from memory, from sentiment.
From geography, from time.
This snowy evening, in this remote place
On this tiny speck in an infinite universe
They are mine.
Reader Comments (12)
SOO beautiful - woods, snow and photography. Thanks so much, Sharon, for sharing your woods with us.
Makes me so homesick for my two teenage years in Finland.
Genia
Absolutely lovely!
I will always love that place....such beautiful photos... xxoo
Yarnista, you're a dyer, an artist, a mom, a photographer, a writer and now a poet. Thank you for making snow look beautiful to those of us who often show it distain.
Simply beautiful! Thank you so much for showing the joy of snow.
I think these pictures are beyond phenomenal! I love the outdoors, and the photographer, so that's my bias, but I'm just saying...
Mr. Yarnista, we have the same taste! I love the outdoors and the photographer too! (And I guess I love Mr. Yarnista quite a lot as well, but why air our family love stuff online like this? ;) xxoo )
Amazing photography! Really makes me wish I could go home for Christmas this year. Thanks for giving this transplanted Canadian some snow!!
Beautiful, woods and photography. Your interpretation of Frost is serene and inviting.
makes me warm and cozy inside!
Beautiful!
Beautiful, just beautiful.