In contemplating the recent Spirit Cloth workshop I am participating in (What If Diaries) which is going to begin with "whispering white," while gathering my white linens and cloths, I reflect upon one of my favorite poems for inspiration:
"There is Nothing in the World more Beautiful...
... than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow.
It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray,
every blade of grass, every spire of reed,
every intricacy of twig,
is clad with radiance.”
William Sharp - Scottish Poet
1855-1905
Whispering white. Whispering white. Whispering white.
Yes. Whispering white.
How lovely.
3 comments:
Did you get snow? Lovely picture with a quotation I'm unfamiliar with but love.
oh the sharpness of the red against the white and black what a beautiful photograph!
Snow...lets us look at our world's bare bones. Lovely poem.
Let's hope no more snow until next year.
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