The wind whips the snow against the windows I hide behind
Now snow drained clouds drift overhead, flat light I find
Then I notice in the distance, blue sky encroaches this scene
With it, the cold icy winds bring air so crisp and clean
I watch the mercury in red, drop beneath this crystal sky
To the Lord I give thanks for this place, warm and dry
Posted in Inspiration, Poetry, Religious
Tagged 1inawesomewonder, blue sky, Goffstown NH, snow, Steve Beal Sr., thankful, thanks, warm and dry, whipping snow, Wind, winter
The temperature was 21 degrees Fahrenheit. With the 10-20 MPH winds, the wind chill made the temperature feel like 4 degrees Fahrenheit. The snow was almost up to my knees, and even higher when I broke through the various levels of crust and ice beneath the fresh powder. Thankfully the sun was shining but the forest canopy filtered most of the rays from reaching the snow on the ground. Regardless, I wanted to walk along Black Brook in Winter. Walking in an around the many hemlock trees there was much less snow, but there was a lot more ice under the snow. There were bowl-shaped areas among the trees as most of these trees are where the deer bed down in numbers.
Mostly I just wanted to see the water flowing beneath, around, and sometimes over the ice. I wanted to listen to nothing but the sounds of the wind and the water. And that was all I heard, other than any noise I created, which I tried to minimize. I ventured as close to the edge as I dared and sometimes that took me out onto an ice shelf that was a foot thick and only attached to a larger patch of ice that resulted from water that had gathered and frozen in the bowls that deer had created near the water’s edge. Walking was quite difficult in some areas, but that was expected. The silence was fantastic and the views were wonderful. I brought my camera on purpose and hoped to catch some of the beauty of this little stretch of land along our property.
Forecasters are calling for 6-8 inches of new snow tomorrow and these pictures will be completely redefined, just 24 hours from now. Maybe I will venture down the wooded hill to the water’s edge again, and see just how much change took place. For now, enjoy, as I did.
Two weeks til Winter and we put up our tree
When I looked outside and what did I see?
With the excitement indoors I slipped outside
To take this picture, certainly not to hide
The air was cold, crisp, and every sound distinct
Just the setting I’d choose to set and think
But as quickly as I had come I was called in
Warm, with family, no place I’d rather been
Two weeks shy of the Winter Solstice, the late autumn gives a convincing impression of a winter sky.
I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place.
I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace.
Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall.
Maybe the breeze as it gently teases the trees so tall.
Then the silence breaks, as a squirrel sounds his alert.
I smile, as I trod, in their space, wishing none to hurt.
The tracks below belong to the animals living here.
There’s proof of rabbit, fox, squirrel, bobcat, and deer.
I carve a place in the snow to sit neath an old hemlock tree.
I rest, I listen while watching this silent world around me.
The angles that branches make, years of running to light.
Nearby, the shredded layers of a sapling, an interesting sight.
In the hollow of an old oak, I see the cache still not concealed.
Distant, I strain to see through the thickness of limbs, a field.
Content with the cold falling around, I enjoy the seconds in full.
I breathe, and wish to see my dear, the moose, even a bull.
Minutes pile up but for once that is fine, for I’m at peace.
I pull drifting thoughts back to this tree, wishing it never cease.
Leaning on the bark, my eyes close, soon I’m half asleep.
Stirred by the inquisitive song of a black-capped chickadee.
Clearing a spot, I circle stones and prepare for a blaze.
Everything set, I get a flame, and into the fire I gaze.
At ease, warm, and alone, in silence, an old pine knot pops.
The wind seeks attention, as snow gently falls from the fir tops.
My bed of boughs shields the damp cold of the melting snow.
Cosy, I write, and think of all places, this is where I would go.
Light fades from the afternoon sky, and the cool gets cold.
I stoke the fire, and watch as a young deer, ponders bold.
Night falls and I wander a few paces to the hardwoods nearby.
I stop to stare up at the clear beauty of the starlit winter sky.
Camp fortified, warmth lingers long enough, shadows grow.
I wonder what is watching me as I huddle around the glow.
The night is long, just restful enough, ready for a new day.
Improvements to my fortress make me wish I could stay.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged black capped chickadee, bobcat, cosy, deer, fire, forest, fox, Moose, nature, outdoors, rabbit, snow, Squirrel, starlit, Tree, winter, woods
Ahhh. Maybe the wind chill was at or below freezing, but this is how I like the beach.
I am thankful for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. In a couple of hours I will be going to see them for the 13th consecutive year. This is more than just a concert to me. Below I have included the links to the previous pieces I have written regarding TSO. I have another one or two pieces coming soon. For today, I am thankful for the band, their talents, the message they share, and the attention to detail they exhibit every single show. Enjoy. I know I will.
I’m thankful for the seasons. There are definitely four distinctive seasons here in southern NH. There is clearly a spring season when the snow and ice melts and growth gets a slow start. The winds still howl, but now there are wisps of warmth mixed in to the winds that dry the soggy, thawing ground. Summer comes as all things growing flourish and greens abound. Sight lines change as the leaves of trees fill the millions of voids left from the previous autumn. Days get longer and warmth continues into the evenings. Lakes, ponds, and streams warm up enough to give us many options for play and a place to cool off. The sun’s arc is higher and longer, changing the angles of shadows and windows everywhere show less wear. Then autumn rolls in. The sun still warms the days enough to allow us a fleeting grasp on summer. Daylight is shorter, nights get cooler, and clear mornings carry with them a crispness that is unmistakably the fall season. The leaves make their way from green to the most beautiful combination of colors that adorn our forests, yards, and hillsides. Soon the winds turn, the air blown in is cooler, and the leaves scatter across any and all open spaces. Then nights get cold, temperatures dip below freezing, frost covers the ground, and the first flurries of snow meander through the cold altitudes to remind us of what’s to come. Winter arrives with its weather hazards, shortest of days, and temperatures that keep the ground frozen until spring. The sun’s arc is now much shorter and the angles all change again, this time leaving windows to show every smudge and streak visible. Ice forms on the lakes, ponds, and streams edge, giving us places to play, sled, and skate. Snow blankets everything and gives us some of the prettiest scenes we will ever see. The clean white snow has a way of softening the rugged harshness of the outdoors. The weight of snow covers the evergreens and somehow it makes the barren looking hardwoods less noticeable. Hills, thorns and all things sharp, jagged landscapes, steep inclines, and all things difficult appear softer, smoother, and less ominous with a heavy coating of snow. Just about the time when we tire of the snow and ice, and the wary travel, the season starts to turn. I am thankful for the seasons.
Posted in Wildlife
Tagged autumn, autumn days, cold temperatures, distinctive seasons, fall, NaBloPoMo, snow, snow blankets, spring, summer, weather hazards, winter