'The Cold Earth Slept Below'

             Now snow is everywhere. I think the poem 'The cold earth slept below' by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I have found in Internet goes well with this time of the year here. Shelley (1792-1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets.

The cold earth slept below;

Above the cold sky shone;

And all around,

With a chilling sound,

From caves of ice and fields of snow

The breath of night like death did flow

Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;

The green grass was not seen;

The birds did rest

On the bare thorn’s breast,

Whose roots, beside the pathway track,

Had bound their folds o’er many a crack

Which the frost had made between.

Last Sunday I could drive to my summer cottage and garden because the snow was not deep. The nearest forest was very beautiful. Although the sun shone a few hours I could take some pictures of wintry woods.

 

 I have told in my previous post I bought some Christmas decorations and hung them on the spruce in my garden now. At home my living room window is decorated with candles as well. 

 

Was it snowing or is there snow in your place? Do you like walking in the woods before Christmas? Thank you!