Bosca Dubh

Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.

Mark Strand, “Lines for Winter“

Now see these:

• white tree from Electrolite
• confession from bighappyfunhouse
• 20 minutes later from myphotosquare
• Toronto’s Yonge and Dundas in Snow Storm from daily dose of imagery