Wanting Snow
It doesn't care upon who's fields it rests.
Diving, swirling, flitting about, sometimes aggressively,
Lazily. Sometimes.
But always without pretense.
"I am pure," it whispers, pillowing on a craggy stretch of neglected road. "I am gentle."
As hours pass, days, a new land emerges
Where skeletons of memories piled to rust
In long-forgotten weed-choked hollows.
A phantom quiet with his silken wings
Glides through this frosted world
Alighting upon a blanketed bow,
"It is beautiful," his approval overwhelms.
"I dare not provoke this peace."
Each transient's awed gaze writes the same wise words.
An unassuming splendor, deserving.
God please make it snow soon.
Diving, swirling, flitting about, sometimes aggressively,
Lazily. Sometimes.
But always without pretense.
"I am pure," it whispers, pillowing on a craggy stretch of neglected road. "I am gentle."
As hours pass, days, a new land emerges
Where skeletons of memories piled to rust
In long-forgotten weed-choked hollows.
A phantom quiet with his silken wings
Glides through this frosted world
Alighting upon a blanketed bow,
"It is beautiful," his approval overwhelms.
"I dare not provoke this peace."
Each transient's awed gaze writes the same wise words.
An unassuming splendor, deserving.
God please make it snow soon.
posted by Melissa at 9:32 AM
2 Comments:
Yes, do please.
Do you have snow now? We have bunches with more coming each day! Yeah! I want to have a snow day at least once before winter ends, though. You know,the kind where everyone has to stay home and we get out of our routine for a fun family day of snow. So far not even a 2-hour delay!!
Aunt Marla
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