It powders all the wood…


It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil.

Emily Dickinson




8 thoughts on “It powders all the wood…

  1. I was happy to be away in the warmth last week but a bit sad though to miss all the snow. It is melting so fast here now. Your pine tree images are so delicious looking…frosting on the cake good. I love the toning that you used. Moody…and of course, the poem is perfect.

  2. I can’t believe I haven’t read that one; or maybe I had a long, long time ago and simply forgot. It’s the perfect pairing for these beautiful images. Your processing too is ideal. What a lovely mood you’ve captured.

  3. Great pictures Sherry. I love all seasons for what they have to offer. Winter for it’s quiet beauty and solitude and the opportunity to slow down in this hectic life and reflect. A belated Happy Birthday!

  4. I’m so tired of digging out my car and shoveling snow…but I’ve got to say it was beautiful this morning. Every twig was encased in white and the world looked like a fairyland. Beautiful photos, Sherry!

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