No breath of wind, no gleam of sun-
Twig and bough and blade and thorn
All in an icy quiet, forlorn.Whispering, rustling, through the air
On still and stone, roof...everywhere,
It heaps its powdery crystal flakes,
Of every tree
a mountain makes;
'Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the WestOne wintr'y ray,
And feathered
In fire..............
A robin shrills His lonely tune.
"If snow melts down to water, does it remember being snow?" - Jennifer MacMahon
Photographs 2025 Mt. Washington Range , Campbell River, B.C., Canada
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