"The snow is falling, silently, gently, beyond the panes.
Every branch is limned with snow.
There is no footprint across the wide lawn
among the great trees.
The field where the ground pine creeps is white
and the stone fence beyond it
is white also.
The woods are still and secret under the snow.
I have ever had the feeling that the
home of a true writer is in the
center of a still snowfall,
where all his world is hidden,
so that he may discover it out of his own vision."
Nelia Gardner White
from The Pink House