I have long found what is revealed by snowfall, rather than what is covered up, to be fascinating. Snow acts as nature’s highlighter, shining a spotlight on easily missed features in the landscape. In particular, smallish bodies of water — brooks, streams, and vernal pools — hidden in the woods often go unnoticed throughout most of the year here in New England. When winter arrives, and snow begins to fall, they magically “return.”
Many thanks to this week’s hostess, Ruth, for inviting us to join her on this Poetry Friday. You can find the roundup on her blog, There Is No Such Thing As a Godforsaken Town.