The Beautiful Quiet of Snow

It's happened. The inevitable. The cold. The wet. The white. Yes, my friends, it has snowed. It is white everywhere, and colder than it should ever have a right to be. Bone-chilling cold. The kind of cold that makes you want to stay indoors all day long, wrapped up in your favorite blankie. Hot chocolate is required of course. ;)

I actually love the snow. I just don't love the fact that it has to be cold in order for it to appear. When it falls, though .... oh my, it is sooo beautiful. Every year when we get our first snow I am reminded of a poem I wrote back in 2002. Snow was much more than simply snow back then, and still is. I thought I'd share it with you today.

Quiet of Snow

Stepping outside,
I was immediately embraced by the
Unmistakable quiet of snow.
As if reading my needs,
It had come in the cover of darkness,
Comforting my saddened heart,
Silencing the echoes of its frightened chambers.

Turning my gaze upward I saw the mighty elm,
Silhouetted against a snow-lit sky,
Its strong arms reaching out,
Catching the graceful dancers as they
Completed their slow-motion fall from the sky,
Becoming one with the earth,
While not even the slightest breeze could be felt against my
Cold-flushed cheeks.

In the distance a lonely train whistle blew,
Heralding the arrival of landscape's pristine quilting,
White upon dark,
Clean upon soiled,
A true miracle of nature,
Bringing with it the message of hope,
Sparkling from each intricate flake,
Transforming as they kissed my face,
Melting into angel's tears filled with heaven's light,
Replacing heartfelt tears, my own,
Gratefully absorbed by spirit thirsting,
Peace and rest, at last, had come.

Copyright © S. Leigh Marin

Who knew the beauty of a snowflake falling could be so healing?

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