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What are the sounds of Winter that make you smile with happiness?

Mine is the sound of the snow blower clearing away the remains of the last snowfall from our hillside driveway. :-6

Since I am in New Zealand and the seasons are reversed, I am listening to the sounds of the Bell Bird on a sultry Saturday morning.

Kindle;1089899 wrote: What are the sounds of Winter that make you smile with happiness?



Mine is the sound of the snow blower clearing away the remains of the last snowfall from our hillside driveway. :-6
The sounds of the tropical birds in the trees here make me smile!!! :-6 Especially when I'm out in the back yard with shorts on, with the Mrs & friends, sipping "Mudslides"!



Our daughter in NE called us this afternoon, telling us they were having a very nasty windy blizzard, (with upto 12" or more of snow) & of course that there was no school today! Our granddaughter was happy about that!

Kindle;1089899 wrote: What are the sounds of Winter that make you smile with happiness?

Mine is the sound of the snow blower clearing away the remains of the last snowfall from our hillside driveway. :-6


Mine is the neighbors snow plow clearing my driveway for us...and the sound of my dogs playing in the snow, then shaking it all over the kitchen after they've come in from rolling in it. :-4

The sound of the phone ringing, and my kids calling to say they miss me. :-4

cars;1090032 wrote: The sounds of the tropical birds in the trees here make me smile!!! :-6 Especially when I'm out in the back yard with shorts on, with the Mrs & friends, sipping "Mudslides"!



Our daughter in NE called us this afternoon, telling us they were having a very nasty windy blizzard, (with upto 12" or more of snow) & of course that there was no school today! Our granddaughter was happy about that!




Oh, you lucky bugger:wah::wah: tropical birds and mudslides...man oh man...could I use a mudslide....er:rolleyes:..what's that...

I was 10 years old and walking to a church service with my Mom. The snow was falling so peacefully, and all I heard was the crunch of our feet in the snow. There were no other sounds except for our breathing in the icy, snowy air and the lovely crunching sounds:-4



All I could think of were these 2 poems that I loved and memorized....



Velvet Shoes



Let us walk in the white snow

In a soundless space;

With footsteps quiet and slow,

At a tranquil pace,

Under veils of white lace.



I shall go shod in silk,

And you in wool,

White as white cow's milk,

More beautiful

Than the breast of a gull.



We shall walk through the still town

In a windless peace;

We shall step upon white down,

Upon silver fleece,

Upon softer than these.



We shall walk in velvet shoes:

Wherever we go

Silence will fall like dews

On white silence below.

We shall walk in the snow.



Elinor Wylie



And...



Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost...





Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Kathy Ellen;1090073 wrote: I was 10 years old and walking to a church service with my Mom. The snow was falling so peacefully, and all I heard was the crunch of our feet in the snow. There were no other sounds except for our breathing in the icy, snowy air and the lovely crunching sounds:-4



All I could think of were these 2 poems that I loved and memorized....



Velvet Shoes



Let us walk in the white snow

In a soundless space;

With footsteps quiet and slow,

At a tranquil pace,

Under veils of white lace.



I shall go shod in silk,

And you in wool,

White as white cow's milk,

More beautiful

Than the breast of a gull.



We shall walk through the still town

In a windless peace;

We shall step upon white down,

Upon silver fleece,

Upon softer than these.



We shall walk in velvet shoes:

Wherever we go

Silence will fall like dews

On white silence below.

We shall walk in the snow.



Elinor Wylie



And...



Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost...





Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


Lovely poems. Thanks for sharing. :-6

I haven't read those poems in years, Kathy. Beautiful!



When I'm warm and cozy and safe inside, I like to hear the cold wind blowing outside. We have windchime on our back porch, and I like to hear them tinkle.