The Hiss Was Now Becoming a Roar
by Conrad Aiken
The hiss was now becoming a roar -
the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow -
but even now it said peace,
it said remoteness,
it said cold,
it said sleep.
Today's Garden words were featured on the podcast:
Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
A black-and-white photo of a wintery, tree-lined road receding into the distance. Bare trees stand along both sides of the road, their branches covered in frost or snow, creating a dramatic, foggy, and atmospheric scene that fades into the mist.