The Light In Snow

Somewhere on the planet it's snowing right now.

The snow was nice. It was light.

Comforting in its excuse to hibernate.
Reassuring in its light transitory touch.
We wrapped in its blanket
Insulated in introspection,
Plotting our plots,
And thought not much of yesterday.
But what we did with today
And tomorrow's advance
Melting in the balancing warmth of the Earth.
We were able!
So we advanced firmly
Through tomorrow which became today.
And our thoughts turned to yesterday
Happily hibernating.
Our settled thoughts melting in comfort.

It was nice. It was our light.

2005

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

In our home we love the snow while an overwhelming majority of our friends have a love-hate relationship with it. At one stage our trysts with snow and the season focused much on Christmas but it has grown so much more since then. This is my favourite snow poem to date. Thanks, Bill.

[William Michael Reeves]

Thanks Frederick, for the nice review and finding this poem. I always liked it too. The poem, not so much snow. I would be one of those lovers/haters of it. But snow does act as a signal. Conditions in our climate, our mood and comfort, and the health of our planet.

[Red Brick Keshner]

I recall my first tussle with living in climes with 4 distinct seasons. Having grown up in a more or less tropical set up, it was disconcerting to say the least, being given to seasonal affect disorder. The effect are even seen as it influences thinking and writing. Thanks again, Bill.

[JE Falcon]

Ah, snow, an almost never wonder where I live. However, a thirty-minute drive and I am at the seashore,
three hours, maybe four in the other direction, and I am in the mountains, and during the right time of year there is snow there; so I am not without understanding when I say, "Well penned! Well done!"

[William Michael Reeves]

Yes, snow can be so many things in so many ways depending on where we are in it. Or out of it. Luckily I too live where it's uncommon but close if one wants it. Thanks JE