White on White

Winter in Maine.  As unpredictable as a five year old.  I pulled on my coat, hat and gloves this morning, then put a coat on the dogs and headed out for our morning walk.  It had been snowing off and on all night and as we stepped into the driveway, we were immediately met by big, soft, white flakes.  It has been snowing ever since and is rumored to continue all day.

I was struck by the beauty that surrounded us. A lack of wind had provided a perfect canvas for a winter scene to be created.  Every tree branch had been painted with snow and their skeletal structures stood demanding my attention.  Especially the birches that, combined with their white barked trunks, were particularly spectacular.  Passing cars could be seen before heard, hushed by the frozen cushion.  The stillness of the air gave the impression that mother nature had turned off the sound.

My dogs love the snow, so a short walk was out of the question.  They both reveled in the soft, dry powder that covered the streets.  There was an urgency to their gait not normally seen, testing the limits of their leash, urging me to walk faster, joining them in exploration.  Like colts in a pasture, they played with uninhibited pleasure.

I don’t know what there is about days like this. They make me feel so alive.  The cold air on my face coloring my cheeks, tiny snowflakes gently tickling my lashes.  The resistance of the snow as you take each booted step.  It was as if it were just me enjoying this gift of nature.  All else hidden by the flakes that shrouded the horizon. Like standing in a giant snow globe, staring out at the rest of the world.  At that moment, nothing else existed.  This symphony of sight had been created just for me.  I had captured the beauty of this winters morn, or more correctly, it had captured me?

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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9 Responses to White on White

  1. gpcox says:

    I was only to Maine once, but it is unforgettable.

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  2. Though I will be greeted by sheets of rain instead of snow when I venture out the door today, you inspire me to make the effort. Beauty is everywhere for those with the eyes to see it.

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  3. I know that feeling and its wonderful. I’ve stood outside at night in “dead” silence, no sound, just the white diamonds sparkling on the deep, deep snow around me. It was other worldly and sublime.

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