April snow

Comments welcome.

I am reminded somehow of the poem "Flanders Field," in which poppies, not snow, cover much more horrible devastation:

 

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

 

 

JUNK PILES! I love snow on junk piles. I was recently in Montana and got to take some photos that are similar to this one. I've not posted any of those yet but I'm looking at one which appears worthy of showing. I like yours! Very nice.

I like it!