Our snowfall a couple nights ago reminded me of a poem I wrote from several years ago. The snow is so beautiful, but has the power to rearrange our lives! I hope you enjoy my memory!
Like a blanket of light, It fills valley, large and small, with icy cotton, and dresses hills and mountains in shimmering gowns of white, making that which was crass, pure. It lures children from the warmth of home into the chilly playground where snow angels flourish, battles are fought with snowy cannonballs, and snowmen wait for the sun to warm their cold bodies. With silent, frozen breath, it blows aside our schedules, rearranging our lives, keeping us helpless in the face of all we have to do, demanding our surrender to its will. 2007