NEW SNOW...Mt. WASHINGTON RANGE

SNOWY MOUNTAINS by John Gould Fletcher ( 1886-1950) published in 1922

(excerpts)

Higher and still more high, palaces made for cloud

Above dingy city roofs blue-white like angels with broad wings,

Pillars of the sky at rest. The mountains from the great plateau Uprise...

But the world heeds them not; they have been here now for too long a time.

Vaster and still more vast...

Peak after peak, pile after pile, wilderness still untamed.

To which the future is as was the past,

Barrier spread by Gods, sunning their shining foreheads,

Barrier broken down by those who do not need

The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,

The mountains swing along

The south horizon of the sky;

Welcoming with wide floors

of wide-green ice...

The mists that dance...

...and drive before the sun.

Photographs 2026 Mt. Washington, Campbell River, B.C. Canada

 

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORDS...

Wilfred J. Funk ( 1925-1940)  (Funk and Wagnalls encyclopedia) created a list of the 10 most beautiful words in the English language...

HUSH...The Peace Rose blooms in October...

LULLABY... baby racoons watching from the trees.

MIST... First snow over the mist and clouds on the mountains.

"...when everything bursts with its last beauty..." -Lauren DeStefano

TRANQUIL..."Yum Yum the deer" sleeps on the hill, all day long.

GOLDEN...

"Pale amber sunlight...the twilight of the year is sweet..." 

-Ernest Dowson

"Harvest, orange, gold, amber..." -Shauna Niequist

"There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years..." -Ray Bradbury

MELODY...

DAWN...

LUMINOUS...

MURMURING...

"October, baptize me with leaves!" -Rainbow Rowell

CHIMES...at end of day.

"I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them; God has no better praise, and man in his hasty days is honoured for them. I too will something make and joy in the making; although tomorrow it seem like the empty words of a dream remembered on waking..." -Robert Bridges ( 1844-1930) UK poet laureate.

Photographs 2026

 

"WHERE LONG the SHADOWS..."

THE SHEAVES ( 1925) written by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)

Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled in

Green wheat was yielding to the change assigned,

And as by some vast magic undivined

The world was turning slowly into gold.

Like nothing that was ever bought or sold

It waited there, the body and the mind;

And with a mighty meaning of a kind

That tells the more the more it is not told.

So, in a land where all days are not fair,

Fair days went on till on another day

A thousand gold sheaves were lying there....

Shining and still...

...but not for long to stay...

As if a thousand girls with gold hair

Might rise from where they slept....

...and go away.

Photographs 2026 this poem "the Sheaves" is in the public domain