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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