Dawn to dusk

This morning a covering of snow and bright sunlight so that the birches sparkled - recalling the lines from James Taylor's 'Sweet Baby James' 'The birches seemed dreamlike on account of their frosting'.

A day of intermittent snow showers followed and at dusk the huge clouds in the extra which brought to mind the puzzling lines

'Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love'