tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158313150714249427.post4419858996334971078..comments2023-04-07T11:48:54.741+01:00Comments on Heike Gerbig: What is snow? What isnĀ“t?gerfileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00261124126907317343noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158313150714249427.post-66872368008995555802009-01-06T13:43:00.000+00:002009-01-06T13:43:00.000+00:00When the ground and the trees are covered with sno...When the ground and the trees are covered with snow, and they are brighter than the cloud-burdened sky, I go into a kind of trance. The poem gets me there.Evahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03005517826999307074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158313150714249427.post-58176373773627970272009-01-06T11:58:00.000+00:002009-01-06T11:58:00.000+00:00I like the way you said that, Judith.And would hav...I like the way you said that, Judith.<BR/>And would have preferred to wear pants, but what could you do back then?gerfileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00261124126907317343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1158313150714249427.post-62152286992581163982009-01-06T08:39:00.000+00:002009-01-06T08:39:00.000+00:00What a richness of imagery-in the words and in the...What a richness of imagery-in the words and in the pictures in the words and in the pictures.<BR/> And you were wearing short socks inside short boots. I have similar memories of the ice cold winter of 1963.Threadspiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06780634324037593398noreply@blogger.com