maple tree in white
closely wrapped in winter’s shroud
crystalline blanket
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Lewis Caroll
Carpe Diem #1038 snow
Image source: mikesbackyardnursery.com
rivrvlogr 
Lovely poem.
It’s strange to think of such cold in August.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It always seems so far away, and before you know it, it’s here.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s true.
LikeLiked by 1 person