Winter Skies

These are a few of this winters skies all taken in my yard.

Winter metaphors often include its stillness, its sense of  silence, of hibernation , a season where everything dies a little. Cold windy and bleak! Granted these image do depict these feelings ,but as you can see winter skies are also very awesome and beautiful.

                        Out of the bosom of the air,
                        Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
                        Over the woodlands brown and bare,
                        Over harvest-fields forsaken,
                        Silent, and soft, and slow
                        Descends the snow.

                        Even as our cloudy fancies take
                        Suddenly shape in some Divine expression,
                        Even as the troubled heart doth make
                        In the white countenance confession,
                        The troubled sky reveals
                        The grief it feels.

                        This is the poem of the air,
                        Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
                        This is the secret of despair,
                        Long is the cloudy bosom hoarded,
                        Now whispered and revealed
                        To wood and field.

                        Snow Flakes ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow