Russet and white and gray is the oak wood in the great snow.
Still from the North it comes,
Whispering, settling, sifting through the trees,
Overloading branch and twig. The road is lost.
Clearing and meadow, stream and ice-bound pond
Are made once more a trackless wilderness
In the white hush where not a creature stirs..Extract Bliss Carman
Bliss Carman’s second verse aptly describes this scene where “not a creature stirs”.."a lost road and whispering snow settling in the trees"…Ontario Canada…
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper