Winter has tucked me in,
Laid her cool finger
Softly on my lips
And whispered, “Hush.”
As I grow still,
A thousand, thousand hushes
Fall past my window sill.
Each one brushes
Against my eyes
And I grow quiet,
Stilled, and winter wise.
Elizabeth Rooney


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

12 thoughts on “Hushed”

  1. The most ridiculously cool part of reading other folks’ garden blogs are the pictures. I swear, I would rather peruse us amateurs any day than buy some slick and gorgeous book. Your picture is sort of breathtaking in a way – it represents everything we hate, fear and even love about Winter, lol. Well done!

  2. What a wonderful shot Nancy and it does go so well with the poem. If I catch a good picture of snowflakes it is an accident.Usually all I get is a blur. LOL!

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