Now shivering fancy turns
Her weary head to Winter’s forms
Which lurk beneath suspended Suns
A latitude of white grace
To blanket all yesterdays with layers
With the tumult of ice in flight
Dear snow, where is the rainbow’s ray?
That flung colored fluff, I rejoice
In all that nature leaves us as bright
The bitter cold, and her eccentricities
That with a frozen butterfly’s magic
I must depart, Like a smallest housewife
Into the grass, where existence became
Lost in self, with only
Natural powers to mangle me
Or the choice ignorance of my own designs.
Wuji Seshat 
You are way up north in Canada somewhere, aren’t you Wuji?
That’s right Doug, Montreal.
You always choose the most beautiful images!
Aren’t they just gorgeous!?
thank you!
Yes!