Tuesday, January 13, 2015

squeaky snow

finally,
it's really cold
and there's some snow now, 
enough for a good ski.
 perma frost (not really)
squeaky
frosted
frost running deeply now.
 the devilish plants around here 
lots of cruelly thorned wild black raspberry canes
are poking up through
lovely deep snow
and a few black eyed susans 
 this little one was shivering
in the wind
not quite still now
 as i left for school i noticed
evidence of nighttime
deer activity
 the front arbor vitae is a favorite spot for a snack.
though it is a common tree around here
right here there are few
so my lawn tree is very popular
 in the deep cold the ladies
up in the st lawrence river valley
 the ladies
 lean away from west wind
 and back home the cedar out front
site of nocturnal browsing-
if you look up you see this.
the deer have trimmed out
the edges where the cedars and other trees live
to a height of about 5 feet. 
give or take.
so when you look out across the fields there appears to be a dark skirt
or an apron
encircling the woods.

16 comments:

Trace Willans said...

oh Velma, and here I am witht he seat dripping off me trying to cope with he high levels of humidity and I am inside! Much worse for Dan out in the sun. Enjoy x te

Trace Willans said...

Hmm I see my spelling is not great, that should be with the sweat

Valerianna said...

I like squeaky snow...

Velma Bolyard said...

trace, i remember really sweaty, but not so much up here. not to worry, my spelling/syntax has deteriorated with menopause.
valerie, i remember being startled the first time i noticed it.

india flint said...

like Valerianna, i too like squeaky snow. and those snow-skirted hay ladies

Barry said...

Hi V - squeaky snow - so clean, fresh and cold. Hope you get a bit of skiing in. B

Ms. said...

How i miss serious snow here in this city, and, oh how i miss the down sweeping curve of hemlock branches dripping snow and tiny acorns in profusion-miss the stand up righteousness of tall pines pointing skyward-miss coming in face reddened and breath fresh to a warm stove fire and the odor of burning wood.

i love your ladies, those leaning ladies spaced out for their wind dances.

Ps: I used to win spelling B's but spell check wiped away all that I learned by wrote so long ago. If I lose the internet, I'll have to resort to dictionaries with my 1/2 good sight. And what would i do without Google search now that i'm one of it's billions of slaves?! :-->

Arija said...

I love it when zoo get that prickly feeling up sour nose and the snow squeaks underfoot.

Velma Bolyard said...

india, squeaky snow in your soft boots is particularly fine, you feel the sound. this years the ladies are all spread out.
barry, it's finally appropriately snowy!
michelle, i would suffer without the healing of deep winter. the ladies always make me happy.
arija, wonderfully bright and cleansing cold

Liz Ackert said...

The muted colors of winter are easy on the eyes ... even (especially) the reds. And the ladies are always a welcome sight ...
Our deer are fortunate that there have been periodic rains this year, providing plenty of forbs to browse. Here in Texas, their go-to food in lean/dry times is cactus.

Velma Bolyard said...

liz, i love these colors, that's pretty obvious, i suppose, and i particularly love the yellows of winter. the reds of osier are big favorites...

Sharmon Davidson said...

Thanks for sharing with us your snowy world.

Els said...

Snow always makes such great pictures ;-)
Thanks for showing !

Velma Bolyard said...

sharmon, it's fairly snowy but it's REALLY cold this last little while.
els, yeah, they almost take themselves!

neki desu said...

the red barn in the snow makes me happy.

Velma Bolyard said...

neki, she's a beauty

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