So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!
Whittier – ‘Snowbound’
I was fascinated at the quiet crunch of the
ice-covered landscape before me. The only thing moving
were the various birds. Occasionally, I could hear the
crack of the ice as limbs were bowed down by their weight.