Snow Fall

Tonight it was 3 below zero on the car thermometer on the way home. That's without a wind chill factor. To say I am sick of the snow and cold would be an understatement. I am dreaming of sunshine and warm breezes. In the meantime how about a reflection on snow by May Sarton... whose way with words can make anything seem ok. Almost.

Snow Fall
by May Sarton

With no wind blowing
It sifts gently down,
Enclosing my world in
A cool white down,
A tenderness of snowing.

It falls and falls like sleep
Till wakeful eyes can close
On all the waste and loss
As peace comes in and flows,
Snow-dreaming what I keep.

Silence assumes the air
And the five senses all
Are wafted on the fall
To somewhere magical
Beyond hope and despair.

There is nothing to do
But drift now, more or less
On some great lovingness,
On something that does bless,
The silent, tender snow.

Comments

[Renate]

I am with you on being so over snow and cold... but I have to thank you for introducing me to this poem - it is exquisite and the line 'a tenderness of snowing' has completely changed my mood this morning.
Thank you!

[Claire Kiehle]

Yes, this poem is wonderful! Here in the mid-Atlantic area it hasn’t been that bad weather wise. And definitely not as cold. The snow definitely puts a soft finish to the area.