Gorgeous. I'm so envious of all you easterners getting all the winter! Lovely simple stone poem in words and image. The silence of heavy snow can indeed teach us to be more still.
the older i get, the more i love the snow!! words do escape. i love the soft small flakes yesterday clinging to every inch of my hat, jacket, as i walked down a path much like the one in your photo!
The beauty of winter :)