“Now snow clouds are coming up in the west, and the bones of the hills in the south have snow on them and the trees are picked out sharply like iron bristles against a streak of pale, indifferent green sky.”
“All the trees are heavy with snow and the hills hang like white clouds in the sky.”“
“Dead leaves still cling to the oaks and they also are dull brown.”
“All the life and color of the the landscape is in the snow and sky, as if the soul of winter had appeared and animated our world this morning.”
“I am absorbed in the lovely blue and mauve shadows on the snow and the indescribably delicate color of the sunlit patches under the trees.”
“Everything is curtained in purple greyness and ice.”
“…dark, etched out with snow, standing in obscurity and in a kind of spaciousness I had never seen before.”
Quotations from Thomas Merton in When the Trees say Nothing.