Still 22 January 2019 at Oude Buisse Heide nature reserve. We were still walking on poetess Henriette Roland Holst’s path, amidst much snow.
We passed another frozen lake.
And, on the border between forest and heathland, we arrived at another sign with a poem by Ms Roland Holst on it.
This poem is a sonnet. It is about the beauty of the Oude Buisse Heide, with its sounds of jackdaws and other birds.
The path continued. Woodland on one side; heathland with some trees on the other side.
Snow on the tree branches.
And snow on another sign.
Which poem by Henriette would be underneath the snow?
Stay tuned to know!
Dear Kitty. Some blog 
Pingback: Poetry, snow, blackbird of Oude Buisse Heide | Dear Kitty. Some blog
Out of the grey there was white and there was winter and there was cold and there was ice and there was fun!
LikeLike
The poetry signs were even more interesting with the snow. One wondered which poem would be beneath the snow, before wiping the snow off.
LikeLike
Pingback: 10-year-old girl fights against global warming politicians | Dear Kitty. Some blog