Snowing up a Scene
Snowing up a scene,
phantom flakes floating from heaven’s portal,
sparkling, slow, suspended descent
of eddies flowing, waiting,
shimmying to nature’s floor.
Gentle frozen hexagons brush our cheeks,
vanish on contact with stone, then more
until accumulated crystals combine,
frosty air finding flurries, whipping up a storm.
Not so gentle, hectic hexagons stick to hair,
eyebrows and lashes, clouding breath,
dancing, swirling to feed the drifts,
build solid walls curtailing progress.
The force abates.
Stop! Turn around!
There lies a field protected, warmed by a blinding blanket,
unspoilt, blue-bright icing in the sun’s rays, anticipating that black dog yonder.
Unleashed, she bounds nose-first into drift, elasticated leaps plunging, emerging, in yo-yo excitement; black dog with sparkling white muzzle, first to leave marks on the virgin canvas.
First Falls of Snow
The sky is a uniform grey, as though ready for a storm. It could be a storm but then you realise soft, caressing white flakes are falling in gentle apology, to cover our landscape with a bedspread of white. Snow keeps the bulbs warm before springtime, brings a hush to the air, silences the fluffed-up birds for a while as they shelter in tree and hedgerow until the precipitation is over.
As the sky becomes lighter and the sun peeks through, there is a suspended wonder and you just want to gaze around you at such a stunning scene, blue-white snow, dazzling crystals.
I want it to remain in this moment; fresh, perfect, unblemished.
An Animal’s Excitement
If you’ve ever seen a dog react to snow, you will know the unbridled joy, puzzlement and excitement it shows,
“What is this stuff? Where is the grass? Why do I sink into this cold, crunchy surface?”
The first time I saw this I had a black dog. A perfect contrast of black dog and purest white snow wants to be held in time, kept in a camera’s lens; best of all, kept in the memory for evermore as a few moments of awe, beauty and silence.
There is little better than a vast expanse of newly fallen snow. It makes me feel as though the world is renewed, cleansed and so beautiful that it takes my breath away, even brings a tear to the eye. I want to shout to everyone,
“Don’t move! Don’t break the surface! Don’t break the magic!”
For magical it is, forever.
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