Blown by icy winds Tumbled to the ground On edge stuck like a knife Snow rough, trodden Out of reach Sun’s warming grip Snowbound waits its fate… Snow melts sets it free Or… Stepped on, crushed underfoot
Surprisingly, the snow is not crunchy. It has stayed soft. It was very cold when it snowed, so the snow was very light, granular, and dry. Since it has not gotten much above freezing since it snowed, the snow has not gone through the thaw and freeze cycles that makes it hard and crunchy. It’s supposed to warm up a lot tomorrow, so whatever snow remains will start becoming crunchy, I’m sure. Thanks, Lavinia.
Good fate and fat for the leaf. On another subject, my brother sent the results of his DNA analysis. He, which is we, are mostly Scottish, then almost equal English and then Welsh.
There you go. (Naturally you are more Scots !!!) I keep meaning to get mine done. I’ve done all my history as far as I can and from the names and places they were from, it’s very mixed blood. But it is truly fascinating. You think you kind of came from where you are but it is astonishing how people moved throughout history. And what interested me re it on a basic level was when you were in the local Fam Hist centre here cos they ahd various records although only any from 1850 were any use for me, those who’d proudly proclaim that their ancestors had lived for hundreds of years in the same area, were the most boring, dyed in a shop of wool kinds. Awful to say but they were and those whose people had moved constantly, who were always the strangers were the most interesting, creative and forward thinking.
Our earliest ancestors came to American in the early 1700s and mostly stayed on the east coast and in the Midwest. It wasn’t until the 1940s they made they way down to the southwest and out the west coast. My Grandma, my dad’s mom, homesteaded in Wyoming as a single woman in 1918. She was a real pioneer. She lived to be 101.
Wow. I love it. Your folks sound like true pioneers all right. That was early they first came to America.
So many fates for that one autumn blown leaf…. May the snow melt and set it free, that it may float down river to find its rightful resting place…. And I Pray more hearts are set free, we do not wish them crushed underfoot!….. Thank you dear Tim… Great Poem and photo…
Off Center & Not Even 
A well penned verse sharing an ode to a solitary remnant of fall. Nice, Tim.
Thanks, Maj & Sher.
A beautiful composition and poem for the leaf, Tim. The snow looks like the dry, granular kind that crunches underfoot.
Surprisingly, the snow is not crunchy. It has stayed soft. It was very cold when it snowed, so the snow was very light, granular, and dry. Since it has not gotten much above freezing since it snowed, the snow has not gone through the thaw and freeze cycles that makes it hard and crunchy. It’s supposed to warm up a lot tomorrow, so whatever snow remains will start becoming crunchy, I’m sure. Thanks, Lavinia.
A loveably well-written piece it is.
Thanks, Lamittan.
Most welcome, Tim.
Awesome poem, Tim. Which will it be, I wonder. Is there more snow in the forecast?
All clear for the time being. I’ll see tomorrow, Thanks, Jeff.
Got it. You’re welcome, Tim.
Excellent poem, Timothy.
Thanks, Roberta.
Such a great shot I feel I could reach out and touch it. And the words are the cake icing.
Thanks, Shey. I’ll see what fat, if any, that poor leaf met when I go out this evening.
i saw your post about how it escaped…
Good fate and fat for the leaf. On another subject, my brother sent the results of his DNA analysis. He, which is we, are mostly Scottish, then almost equal English and then Welsh.
There you go. (Naturally you are more Scots !!!) I keep meaning to get mine done. I’ve done all my history as far as I can and from the names and places they were from, it’s very mixed blood. But it is truly fascinating. You think you kind of came from where you are but it is astonishing how people moved throughout history. And what interested me re it on a basic level was when you were in the local Fam Hist centre here cos they ahd various records although only any from 1850 were any use for me, those who’d proudly proclaim that their ancestors had lived for hundreds of years in the same area, were the most boring, dyed in a shop of wool kinds. Awful to say but they were and those whose people had moved constantly, who were always the strangers were the most interesting, creative and forward thinking.
Our earliest ancestors came to American in the early 1700s and mostly stayed on the east coast and in the Midwest. It wasn’t until the 1940s they made they way down to the southwest and out the west coast. My Grandma, my dad’s mom, homesteaded in Wyoming as a single woman in 1918. She was a real pioneer. She lived to be 101.
Wow. I love it. Your folks sound like true pioneers all right. That was early they first came to America.
Beautifully expressed.
Thanks, Janet.
Image pleases, poem sets the wings!
Thanks, Marina.
🙏👌
it returns to whence it came, to begin another cycle of “new life” – morning blessings.
Thanks, China Dream.
Lovely poem. Very descriptive!
Lovely… ☺️
Thanks, Nancy.
To go through life and then into death without nary a mark on it from weather, bug or man – one in a billion for sure.
Life is hard on everything. Thanks, Brian.
So many fates for that one autumn blown leaf…. May the snow melt and set it free, that it may float down river to find its rightful resting place…. And I Pray more hearts are set free, we do not wish them crushed underfoot!….. Thank you dear Tim… Great Poem and photo…
Thanks, Sue.
Beautiful photo and poetry. Thank you Timothy!
You are welcome, Holly. Thanks for stopping by.
I wouldn’t miss your lovely poems, music, scenery, kitties, and fun !
Same with your poems, Holly. They are always fun, thoughtful reads.
Im glad Timothy. I look forward to your visits! 🌺
I like how you can turn an image into a poem. I’ll have to do more of that.
It’s a fun exercise. Thanks, KT.
This was lovely… A leaf stalled on its journey. I hope it didn’t get crushed 🙂
The mystery and anticipation. Thanks, Dale.
Indeed!
Such a beautifully composed poem Tim.
Thanks, Cindy.
Yep!
Well written poem that conveys some great views of Winter.
Fab shot, Tim.
Sweet poem!
Thanks, Resa.
Loved it!
Lovely
Thanks, Anju.
Love the image and words. Well done. 😊
Love this!
Thanks, Julie.