This is Dartmoor Maria, not far from where I live, we could see it from the bedroom windows in my old house, its really bleak in winter, but because we are a small fishing town in a bay we miss all the dreadful weather.. thank goodness, if I ever got the urge to see snow again I can get to it in a few minuets drive.

Mother Nature can be a cruel old lady, all the poor creatures that die every winter  buried beneath the snow.

Thanks for reading and replying

Vicki x

I do miss the snow of my Edinburgh youth when here in Devon or France, Vicki,
but I don't think I'd like to relive the depth and cold of it as it used to be.

Your excellently descriptive poem really brought those times back and...no thanks,
I too, am now a home bunny throughout the winter months of cold and wet, Zy x

then, from the heavens comes frozen lace

to change the world below

If I never see snow again its fine by me Zy, but if I ever feel the need (God forbid) I can nip up to Dartmoor for an hour.

Thank you for replying to this one

Vicki x