The Snow Was Our Beauty
Dec 9th, 2009 by admin
The cold was our pride,
the snow was our beauty.
It fell and fell, lacing day and night
together in a milky haze,
making everything quieter as it fell,
so that winter seemed to partake of
religion in a way no other season did,
hushed, solemn.
Patricia Hampl
The First Day of Winter
On the first day of winter,
the earth awakens to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse
except this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back into the withered and malnourished,
into the death wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists on nothing less than deference.
Waiting all its life, snow says, “Let me cover you.”
Laura Lush
Turn down the noise. Reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bears
or those other animals that slow down and almost die in the cold
season. Let it be the way it is. The magic is there in its power.
Henry Mitchell
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.
Christina Rossetti, A Christmas Carol
