Archive for the Snow Category

Posted in Snow, Sun, winter, Haiku'd Photographs, Memories with tags on December 2, 2022 by blglick

Even as Winter
Blurs My Summer Memories
The Sun Still Shines

Posted in Clouds, Haiku'd Photographs, Mountain, Snow, With Michele Gast with tags , on July 6, 2022 by blglick
The Mountain’s Secrets
Only Partly Revealed By
Time, Love and Patience

Glacier on a mountain wrapped in clouds

Posted in Snow, Spring, sunlight, Trees with tags on March 29, 2022 by blglick

Early Spring After
The Snow Melts, Knife Sharp Sunlight,
Wind Blown, Bare Limbed Trees

Posted in Rain, Snow, Spring, winter with tags , on March 19, 2022 by blglick

Desultory March Snow
Winter Breathing Slowly and
Contemplating Spring

Posted in LIght, Rock, Shadow, Snow with tags on March 8, 2022 by blglick

Stone Wall Etched in Light,
Snow and Shadow Psalms Stillness
Across the Hill’s Crest

Posted in Shadow, Snow, sunlight, Trees on March 1, 2022 by blglick

Beneath the Bare Trees
Sunlight Flows with Long Shadows
Across Melting Snow

Posted in Sky, Snow, sunlight, winter with tags on February 25, 2022 by blglick

Clear Blue Sunlit Day
Cold, Crisp. Floating by, a Few
Fat, Fluffy Snowflakes

Posted in landscape, Rural, Snow, winter with tags on January 29, 2022 by blglick
Almost Suspended,
Time Lingers Above the Fields
Covered In New Snow

Posted in Birds, Snow, Water, winter with tags , on January 26, 2021 by blglick

Through Storms End, Deep Snow,
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the Winter

A Quacking, Flapping
Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
The Red-Tailed Hawk Stays

He Makes Eye Contact
A Glance Over His Shoulder
And Tail Feathers Shake

He Raises His Wings
As If Stretching and Rises,
Floating Into Air

Effortless, He Glides
By, Holding My Eye, Watching
Silent, Moving, Still

One Circle, Then Two
I am appraised. He is not
Afraid or Impressed

So He Turns His Head
And Slides Away, Mystery
Above the Deep Snow

Posted in Birds, Snow, winter with tags , on January 26, 2021 by blglick

Deep Snow, Breaking Trail,
Snowshoes and Poles Creak Like The
Calls of Sandhill Cranes