AN ODE TO SNOW


Silence . . . . but for the soft whispers of newly fallen snow; in awe, I wondered what beauty is this that I am so privileged to witness. I leaned over and strained to eavesdrop upon any possible quiet snowflake conversation with palm-cupped ear. I stood beneath the age old street lamp, it’s dim glow reflected the brilliance of the earth around me . . . yes, the earth glittered as if a trillion miniscule diamond chips had been sprinkled throughout the fluffy soft whiteness for as far as the eye could see. Though icy-cold to the touch, without a doubt this was the most magnificent sight upon which these eyes had ever feasted. Could anything that cost less than a pirate’s fortune be so irresistibly beautiful, I wondered. Though penniless were my pockets, my heart leapt with exhiliration at the undeniable realization that my eyes beheld richness to which, I knew, no man-made treasure could ever compare. I longed to hold, forever, this dazzling white loveliness, safely tucked away in my memory. I knew, most assuredly, that this dream would be realized. For somehow I sensed that the beauty of this breathtaking wonderland was never, ever, to be outdone. In fact, so many decades later, I find myself unable to recall this incredible picture of perfection without experiencing a nostalgic longing to return to that once-in-a-lifetime evening of my life.


Have I ever held so magical a moment this near to my heart? If I had to choose only one moment to have exceeded all the rest in it’s ability to steal my breath away, this might truly have been the one, for . . .

No two snowflakes alike glistened like newly spun gold

eluding my grasp there were none I could hold.

Like that of a butterfly each flake had it’s own wings

woven with diamonds that sparkled like the stars

each tiny cold wonder from the heavens afar.

Dancing effortlessly one by one

cascading as if happily, through beams of the sun

 they bounced off each other spinning to and fro

as around and around and down they’d go.

Til they’d touch down on earth where together they’d form

a glistening, soft blanket to keep the earth warm.

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