I stopped and stood, and listened to the rattle of snow on dry fallen leaves.
A bird winged by on the way home for the night, just a fluttery whisper over the rattling snow.
One of the goats snorted and stamped in her stall.
But over it all; near and far... rattling snow.
Brrr, that gives me the shivers just thinking about it... I'll stick to the South, thank you very much!
ReplyDeleteI am actually ready for some snow. I like the change of seasons...as long as I am inside:)
ReplyDeleteI miss that about western MA. Don't get me wrong, I love the ocean, but there is something about the sound of that first snow...
ReplyDeleteAh, the "silence" of a winter's evening. I don't miss winter yet, but I do miss that utter lack of crowded humanity to a peaceful night you get.
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