One of my favorite poems, though, as a MS born and bred girl, I rarely ever saw snow. It wasn’t until I was an adult, married, and moved north of the Mason Dixon line, that I understood this poem. Standing in the woods, with a heavy snow falling, is just such a peaceful place.
Standing in the woods, with a heavy snow falling, is just such a peaceful place
Many times I experience that exact comforting stillness. When in a northern climate, I put off shoveling snow until midnight. The surrounding enveloping stillness, the fresh glistening snow, inhaling full breaths of that cold exhilarating frigid air...all just energizes, yet calms my soul.