The world beyond the windows is wonderfully nebulous and hushed behind its veil. Curiously soothing and comforting are the vistas which seldom invite a thoughtful glance late in winter - the garden dusted with white like icing sugar, an opening in our old rail fence with a few strands of rusty wire looped around the uprights, the grainy texture and dry fragrance of the cedar posts themselves, dead mulleins and grasses blowing in the wind, bare trees lightly dusted with snowflakes and arching overhead like cathedral windows.
The trail across the field and up into the woods to fill the bird feeders is a magical artery, a sinuous flowing ribbon of white looping its way around thickets, brambles and dancing milkweed. The snow falling among the trees is a symphony and precious beyond words, one of my favorite musics in this hoary old span of earthly days.
There is something wonderful here just waiting to be known, but whatever it is, it has yet to reveal itself. Chances are that the wonderful unknown something, the elusive moment of knowing, is right there in front of me, and I have neither the eyes or the wits to comprehend what is being held out in offering. Perhaps it is simply enough to realize at some elemental level that there are wonders wild and fey in these early November woods.
5 comments:
The most beautiful picture of the season. I await our first snow. May your day be blessed.
Oh my word how beautiful.
What a beautiful immage. The thought - wonder if I will have snow in the woods. Only a dusting my first winter - last year.
We don't have snow yet. I love that picture and the peaceful description.
You winter is like sterling silver white. You have crystal clear vision.
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