After the Blizzard

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness. . .

. . . In a while I will put on some boots

and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.

                                     Billy Collins, "Snow Day"

Thunderhead Pine Trees

The Pond in Winter

(OK, so Henry David Thoreau said it first!) 

Mother Nature's sculpture on our deck

Where the Cimarron and Arkansas Rivers join

The driveway before the snowplow

David and Cooper take a walk.

David begins clearing the driveway.

Cooper, Happy Snow Beagle