This one doesn't look like much, but we've had temps in the teens for days, which means that, when this turns to rain, we will have icy trouble.
Still, I love to watch it snow in the blue hour.
Here's another piece of Roethke's "The Far Field" :
All finite things reveal infinitude:
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow,
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood on a mountain-slope,
A scent beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree :
The pure serene of memory in one man, --
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world.
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