Soft and silent snow
Aftermath of windswept flakes
Whispers of winter
Lonely autumn leaves
Chilled by a crystal blanket
Drop dying colours
Wealth and honor come from you; you are the ruler of all things. In your hands are strength and power to exalt and give strength to all. Now, our God, we give you thanks, and praise your glorious name.
But who am I, and who are my people, that we should be able to give as generously as this? Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand.
[1 Chronicles 29:12-14]
13 thoughts on “Whispers of Winter”
Beautiful pictures. And I love the Haiku.
Tell me those pictures aren’t out your window! It is 80+ degrees here. I do miss the snow, actually seeing it from inside. Now, my husband laughs at me when I look for a sweater if it’s 72 degrees or below!
Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving—these are beautiful pictures! Thanks for the memories~!
Hugs and blessings
Beautiful photos, Carol. I can feel the stillness.
Beautiful post, Carol. Inspiring. Encouraging. Blessings to you…
Thanks, Judith, Joylene and Carol Ann, and yes, Katt, the photos were taken here yesterday. The bloodgrass is in a container on my back deck and the burning bush is in the front garden. It’s been a cold couple weeks here but is beginning to warm up today at 4 degrees (38 F). We won’t see your 80 degrees until sometime next summer.
Lovely photos of God’s lovely hand at work, and excellent poetry–is it yours?
Thanks, Jen. Yes, it’s mine. I used to write poetry more than anything else; now, only when the words happen to spill out.
I love your poems, Mom. They so perfectly complement the photos. (And that phrase, whispers of winter is gorgeous – so evocative.) 🙂
Thanks, Shari. It’s easy to “wax poetic” after a fresh snowfall. 🙂
I’m with Katt – Gets into the 70s & I’m looking for a jacket. Nice pics though!
Ah, you’re a wuss, Dave! It’s not even really winter yet. Just brisk and refreshing late autumn. I wore a sweater to church tonight and it’s 3 degrees (36F). 😉
Thank you for stopping by … your photos are filled with the bowing down of worship.
Thanks, Susan. It’s impossible not to be moved by the immensity of God’s love and the beauty of His world. I’m forever snapping pictures but they never quite capture what’s in my heart. 🙂