What is it about freshly fallen snow
Takes us to a place from a long time ago
For unknown reasons it quiets all things
Inside snowfall silence that sings
Stillness returns from an era when
The world was less manic simpler then
Along with quiet that’s empty and full
A white-gray swirl and a sky that’s dull
New snow invites opposites amazing that
We’re drawn seduced with a bi-polar tack
The freezing crisp air beckons us out
While drawn in by a fire that’s stout
The chill of the freeze gives its bracing delight
Just like the warmth of flannel at night
Hard labor of shoveling heavy wet snow
Calls forth deep slumber beside embers’ glow
As winter greets you with chilled arctic bursts
It pulls forth the image of tropical thirst
Hold the snowfall as nature’s treasure
You have no choice silent slow is this pleasure
When was the last time you experienced the purity and stark of fresh snow and cold?
What was the impact it had?
What does the image and remembrance bring up for you?
When might you experience it again?
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