Snowing

It is snowing with predictions up to 15 inches in the next couple days. I say yahoo! (in Montana cowgirl lingo). With the passing of every hour the world begins to hushhhhh . . . into quiet, like hibernation, warm, cuddly, unending. For some the fun begins: snow angels, a rush of sledding, cross country skis and snow-shoes come out of storage, snow people appear, snow fort building followed by snowball fights. A couple hours later one returns breathless to shake snow off gloves, boots, coats, hats, leaving them melting to curl up under blankets in front of the fire, or the heat of hot tea, cocoa, coffee, warming up with smiles and quiet laughter after snow joy.

  Slow Motion Snow
Slow
motion
snow     trails light,
in an overflowing,
frozen,
dusty
sky.
                                         Flakes stacked up to
                                                             knee place
                                                                        deep.
                                  Glad riot hushed in 
                                                         winter's keep.
                                    We flounder in the 
                                                            downy snow,
                                  breaths burst crystal in the cold.
                                       Powdered angels lay
                                                            tumbled down,
                                        tingling fingers melting 
                                                  cold, soft snow
                                                               and
                                                                     Tom.                  

             © 1976 Cid Jacobsen