Please join my blogging friend Eliza, from Massachusetts, for her “Dawn Walk.”
Eliza describes her wintery walk in pure poetry, and illustrates it with exquisite photos.
Let us keep our friends whose gardens remain frozen under snow and ice in our hearts. Spring has reached many of us, but in New England, winter still has a firm grip on the land. Eliza shows us its beauty.
-WG
After a night of rain, the sun rose above fog-shrouded hills and shadowy valleys. 
Illumined paths of sunlight stream through the forest, 
and
bejeweled branches, bright with raindrops, adorn my way.
Long tree shadows stripe the snow as I take the snowshoed trail to the river.
The first rays touch the trees, dispelling the mist. The day is warmer than it has been for a long while and the river ice is being worn away by the flowing water. 
Some time ago a creature crossed the river, leaving meandering foot prints, eroded by the weather and now shadowed by the rising sun. Snowflakes glitter beneath bare branches.
Delicate, papery Beech leaves whisper as I pass by.
Heading home, I wonder how much longer it will be before winter loosens its grip and spring finally arrives.
Forest Garden 
How lovely!