Sunday, January 08, 2006

Forest Snow


Secretive summer sleeps beneath
Openness dried and withered growth
Silence entranced in the swelling storm
Swallowed by pattering waves of snow.

20 comments:

R.J. Baker said...

A freind of mine, who lives in Washington, once made a poetic statement, "I love it when it snows in DC, it's the only time the city looks clean."

Why is snow equated to purity?

M. G. Tarquini said...

because it covers up all the dirty spots. Only works until the cars start going through again, though.

Also,looks like icing on a cake.

Terri said...

It's official: you're my favourite poet :-)

jason evans said...

R.J., white is probably equated with purity, because it shows the slightest mark or dirt.

M.G., yes, that too.

Terri, thank you!

Michele said...

Oooh, I love beautiful snow covered nature.

Did you get snow today?
We did..only about 1 1/2 inches.
By the time I thought to take a pic, the sun came out and the fluff started melting.
Glad you caught it.

Sandra Ruttan said...

I just love your knack for putting words and photos together. You're incredibly talented, Jason. I love your work.

jason evans said...

Michele, we didn't get any snow down near Philadelphia. Perhaps they did on the PA/NY border where this picture was taken. I got several "winners" on Dec. 31st, including the one before dawn for Caroline's eyes (below).

Sandra, thank you for the high praise. I am humbled. And thank you for being a part of this blog. I hope to see you for a long time to come.

Shesawriter said...

That's a good one. I love the mystery you paint with your words, Jason. Very nice. :-)

Tanya

Jeff said...

"Secretive summer sleeps beneath
Openness dried and withered growth"

I especially like these two lines, and the photo is great, too. :)

Sandra Ruttan said...

Jason, I love dropping by. This blog is so refreshing. And I'm always glad to see you on my blog too, although it isn't quite as soothing and tenderhearted.

jason evans said...

Tanya, you all have helped me to identify my strengths. You've helped my trust my voice.

Jeff, thanks! Someday I'll have the courage to try a narrative, longer poem.

Sandra, your blog is unique; it has its own personality. I always enjoy visiting. Maybe I'll manage to get in on the comments earlier!

Joanne D. Kiggins said...

Beautiful picture and beautiful poem. Jason, are you sure you weren't on one of my paths on my property? Funny how paths in woods can look the same. ;)

beadinggalinMS said...

Jason beautiful poem with a beautiful picture.

I always enjoy watching it snow because everything seems so peaceful and quiet. We don't get snow here on the Gulf Coast and I miss it somedays. Your pictures make feel like I can reach through the computer screen and feel it on my fingertips.
Thank you for giving me that feeling of peace this evening.

Kelly Parra said...

Oh, I love this one!!

jason evans said...

Joanne, LOL. This property is on the other corner of the state. Wayne County.

BeadinggalinMS, what really inspired this poem was my first experience in a remote forest during a snow shower. I never knew how loud snow could be when there are no other sounds. This particular forest is not as quiet, sadly, because noise from a highway about 1-2 miles away bounces between the mountains.

Kelly, thanks!

Bernita said...

Picture makes me think of Frost too and "the woods are lovely dark and deep."

Sarah said...

Imagery like this almost makes me miss Midwestern winters. Almost.

jason evans said...

Bernita, it doesn't show too well with this resize, but the camera did an odd thing here. It focused on the snow flakes rather than the forest behind. The effect was interesting.

Sarah, yes, the snow has some serious downsides.

jane said...

Thsi is a gorgeous, wintry shot! Brrr!

Joanne D. Kiggins said...

Yep, I know you're on the other side of the state. Our woods and paths are very similar. Maybe it's a Pennsylvania thing. ;)