The Blizzard Begins

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,

And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.

The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of Storm.


Ralph Waldo Emerson–1856


3 Replies to “The Blizzard Begins”

  1. Makes me home sick. I love faking snow, especially at night when the world around you is quiet.

    1. Falling snow. I hate auto correct sometimes. ?

    2. Hi Terrie, I know what you mean. Even though today was terribly cold, the snow coming down a little at a time was beautiful. And I too hate auto-correct. Cheryl Barrows, formerly Carlson, sent a nice serene photo of snow up near Cumberland.

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