Snow in March

Out of the bosom of the Air,

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Catnip Hill Pike



Taken along Catnip Hill Pike on my way to work.



The snow on the naked tree branches - just magical!