Cold Earth


The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley(1792-1822)


Have courage


Spotted these birds on a cold morning after the snow… They were there for a moment and couldn’t get a good pic. Nature is beautiful as long as you don’t disturb it. When you disturb they just don’t stay in that state of mind. Continue reading