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