San Gemini has snow in his hand (in dialect reggiano San Zemiàn to the tin man in Neiva) True ... this goes, even though the day San Geminiano really was not the bearer of snow in the first person this year, but has benefited from the fall of night Saturday 29 until the evening of Sunday, January 30th ... This is how it appeared in the campaign foothills of Reggio Emilia (where I live) on the morning of Sunday ... trees and meadows around the house completely whitewashed, the sky still gray because it was snowing so much, but the landscape very beautiful! :-)
..... muted landscape, it all seemed still and quiet .... just flakes, falling abundant, broke the feeling of stillness sweet ..... I delves into that world to breathe the white ' air soft poetry ....
THE DANCE OF THE SNOW
the fields or the streets, silent and
mild, hovering
,
the snow falls.
Dance flap white
it the wide sky playful,
then rests on the ground,
tired.
motionless in a thousand forms,
rooftops and chimneys,
on stones and gardens,
sleeping. All of
around is peace;
closed in deep oblivion,
indifferent the world is silent.
the fields or the streets, silent and
mild, hovering
,
the snow falls.
Dance flap white
it the wide sky playful,
then rests on the ground,
tired.
motionless in a thousand forms,
rooftops and chimneys,
on stones and gardens,
sleeping. All of
around is peace;
closed in deep oblivion,
indifferent the world is silent.
(Ada Negri)
... The garden and the roof were all dressed in white ...
Today, now largely disbanded releasing branches and shrubs on your weight ... the fields are milky white, bright lights on either side of 'dark and wet asphalt and roofs, with their sinuous waves of snow ...
(Photo of my album: Skies and landscapes around the house)
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