Thick Was the Snow
February 7, 2017
Snow-frosted branches
“Thick was the snow on field and hedge
And vanished was the river-sedge,
Where winter skilfully had wound
A shining scarf without a sound.”
— Charles Causley, “At Nine of the Night I Opened My Door”
“Snow
falls on snow —
silence.
— Santaka
The snow was beautiful while it lasted. A brief taste of “real” winter here in the rainy Pacific Northwest.
Rosemary's Blog 
February 7, 2017 at 7:00 am
It reminds me of the words in Christina Rosetti’s poem, which became “In the Bleak Midwinter” — I’ve always loved the phrase “snow on snow on snow.”
February 7, 2017 at 8:41 am
This has been a wonderful time tramping through snow discovering another country!
February 7, 2017 at 9:45 am
As a former Alaskan, I love seeing the snow and then am glad when it melts and we can get back to planning the garden for spring. Where I came from, spring was in May-June!!