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!
