Why does the snow linger so?

Sitting today with a nice warm cup of tea and watching it snowing yet again, i was guided to open my computer and write the following Poem.  Hope you enjoy it as it's very apt for the present weather we are all experiencing.  Cora x

Why does the snow linger so

blanketed all around?

Holding on its icy grip

slowly melting drip by drip.

Why does the snow linger so

frozen noses all a glow?

Children playing, days off school

running burning off their fuel.

Why does the snow linger so

where spring should now be all aglow?

We shiver and shake as chilled gusts blow

all because of spring time snow.  

It's A Whiteout !

It's official the Snow has Arrived.

For one thing I love the snow so i'm really not bothered about all the hype and media frenzy about the snow. Alright where the snowfall is heavy and roads, schools etc are closed i see the need for notifying the public.  However if you live in scotland you'll be fed up completely hearing about south wales being under several inches of snow - and they keep it up all day - it's exhausting to listen to.

So i'm not, not listening to any of it, instead i'm sitting in my back room watching the snow swirl around my garden and collect in soft mounds on every surface available.  It's been snowing here for hours now and there is something very serene in just watching snow fall, a bit like watching waves crash against rocks.

I love the way it effortlessly floats down sticking to every surface it encounters.  It amazes me that every single snowflake is a magnificent creation of symmetry and each holds its own beauty.
So i will be spending the weekend enjoying the snow and taking lots of beautiful pics of the snow around me.

Woods

When I was at school we were taught many poems.  However, one in particular seems to have remained in my mind and comes back to me from time to time.  I can remember when I first read it, even then it resonated with me.  I'd like to share that poem with you.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

Is there a special poem you would like to share with us, please leave a comment below.  Thank you, Cora xx