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.
Winter is here with its cold and snow. Well, not so much snow this year, just lots of cold. I am reminded of a time many years ago of experiencing my first ice storm. I remember how beautiful it was, with everything coated in ice. It was not fun to be out there in the danger of tree branches giving way and ice threatening every step. My thought was: stay home and drink a hot cup of cocoa.
THE ICE STORM
Snow falls, the trees wear their blanket of white.
Rooftops are covered in canopy bright.
How lovely the sight of the new fallen snow.
Everything’s white and so clean. How it glows.
Winter winds blow; there’s a chill in the air.
Look all around; there’s ice everywhere!
Tree branches creak at their cold, icy guest.
The air cracks, the limb falls. They could not resist.
Roads glow with dark patches of glass no one sees
Until it’s too late. Drivers skid on the freeze.
Houses and cars become icicle farms,
Plying the world with diamond-like charms.
Sit back and relax as the snow keeps you home.
There’s nothing to do for once more winter’s come.
Four children, snow, and a day schools are closed–a recipe for fun!
I remember those days. But now, for me, snow is cold; I would rather sit where it’s warm and look at the beautiful white stuff. But my grandchildren had a ball!
At first, it is just getting out into it.
Then, they decided to dig out their sleds and take advantage of the hill.
I’m glad they didn’t invite Grandma to go down the hill! I was content to take the pictures!