Sunday, 5 February 2012

Snow Sunday

softly falling
in the night.
A white world,
on waking;
and so quiet.
Mist descends
into the valley.
No sound,
but that of

This is the first time I have felt able to post for a while on this more personal of my blogs. Soon, I hope, things will return to normal (or normal for here) and I will have more to say and share. Please forgive me for ignoring the blogging world; it was not intentional.


  1. If this was in my garden, I wouldn't be able to see it today because of the fog!

  2. I was so happy to see that you dropped by your blog,although i do not always get to comment,I love your stories,i do hope you and hubby are well and keeping safe, we look forward to your return with more.xx

  3. Beautiful words and picture. I'm gkad you feel able to blog here again.
    We've not had snow here. Yesterday evening we had a most unusual combination. Everything was covered in a layer of smooth ice, like the coating on a toffee apple; leaves and horizontal surfaces were decorated with icicles and at the same time it was raining. This morning the ice had disappeared and we had quite dense white mist rolling in over the cemetery fence.
    Barbara x

  4. Lovely to hear from you again Ann - I am sorry you have had such a struggle - I do love that silence that you only get with snow falling - no snow here in the South West which is a shame as I do love it so!! Go well

  5. Sometimes things get in the way of blogging - no need to apologise for it, or feel guilty - we'll still be here when you get back.

  6. It is good to hear from you again. Your poem has the peace of snowfall about it. Beautiful.