QUIET
I think I know
Why I love snow
The calm it provides
The peace resides
in my breath
Its fall is so slow
The glitter fills the air
There is no quiet to compare
in my breathing
I want to view
a snow flake or two
Unique is the design
The proportions sublime
to my eyes
To view I am blessed
I put quiet to the test
So I give a cheers
For winter is here
let it snow
Now wait… did I miss the joy and shout
to much snow…schools out
And the groan of the need to move the snow
The &^#$ in the traffic that won’t go
The yells on the sled hills as the kids go fast
Somehow most of that is in the past
It is the total joy that I remember
The snow and fun of all the Decembers
I love to ski and play in the snow
If it isn't 0 below
Snow noises still quiets my heart
The love of snow brings that part
Stars calm the night
Snow calms the day
A fire in the fireplace
I love it that way
Snow can indeed incite us to pause and admire what is around us.
ReplyDeleteFreshly fallen snow really does give us a sense of peace! I too remember a lot of 'joy' in the snow, mostly from the time when I was a child. I like the memories you shared as well as your photos, Rae Ann.
ReplyDeleteSnow gives us the peace of God.
ReplyDeleteI love the stillness and whiteness of freshly fallen snow ~ But its not my favorite season though, smiles ~ Have a good weekend ~
ReplyDeleteA lovely fun piece, with a touch of whimsy (as lighthearted as a snow day off from school . . . used to feel). Smiles.
ReplyDeleteSnow is very quiet in itself--but then there is the sound of all that fun! Several aspects of snow here. Thanks for posting.
ReplyDelete…the many "faces" of snow. I lived in the snow belt practically my whole life. I don't really miss it much - but the occasional snow here in NC - I'm the first one out walking in it as I love the magical descent of the fist snow flakes.
ReplyDeletelooks like someone had a bit of fun in the white stuff.....
ReplyDeletei love the hush of the snow....and i hope to get to play in some of the white stuff this year....maybe this weekend they are saying...
Snow with so much different shades, I know I love your poem on snow :)
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