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.
4 comments:
Brrr, that gives me the shivers just thinking about it... I'll stick to the South, thank you very much!
I am actually ready for some snow. I like the change of seasons...as long as I am inside:)
I 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...
Ah, 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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