a morning freeze...

presents a delicate white

frosted kisses 

a reminder that winter is the season

though there has been no flakes to fall

a gift that glistens is there to be seen

a brightness that shines within the morning light

scattering a soft hazy glow

that lingers through the dawn of day

J.R.R. Tolkien once said: 

"Deep roots are not reached by frost"

remember woods of winter

she is done

you can find her here in my Etsy store

she offers the gift of warmth

and may help

keep the frost from reaching your roots

woods of winter...

as i knit

i imagine walking the woods...

shades of browns and grays and soft subtle sweets hues of pink filling my eyes... bleakness...starkness...the land surrounding...tis a silent hush...sleeping ones tending their spirit at best...resting quietly...calmly...no stirring found...desolate scenes left  standing from the winds and rain...the frigid ice and snow...yet the river rages...dancing upon the rocks below...

Ruth Stout once said:

"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you. In Spring, Summer and Fall people sort of have an open season on each other  Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quieter stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself."