Life Poem: Fresh Snow
Flake by flake the falling snow
Amasses to cover the ground
Creating the virginal backdrop
For the world reborn
What came before no longer exists
Transformed into a new entity draped in white
No object can look old and weary
Instead looks brand new and fresh
Snowfall untouched creates the perfect scene
Then gives way to sets of footprints
The stamped path by man and creatures
Pressed into the new blanket of pristine snow
Landscape withered and dead at autumn's hand
Takes on breathtaking proportions as born again
Plants and trees hold out their arms and limbs
To receive nature's perfect crystal jewelry
As flakes fall one by one from the sky to form
One beautiful image over tree and home
Leaving us to admire the world anew
A kind of black and white photo unfolding
Fresh snow speaks to the heart and soul
Nothing's too old to be brought to new life
Beneath the tapestry the heavens shake out
To lie gently over what was there before
Is white the absence of all color
Or merely the start of a new palette
On which is transformed the most mediocre tableau
The scene of undeniable beauty wrapped in snow
The moment one flake begins to fall it seems
To be calling to its kindred spirits
To come dance in the sky and tumble down
Collectively creating a soft eiderdown layer
Untouched snow stands ready for footprints
Showing us a new path to take or retrace
Drifts become the measure of depth of passion
And a dusting can tease us wanting more
Let the heavens open and let drift down the snow
Gently creating a field of pure soft white
The background canvas on which to paint
Warm and enchanting scenes of winter life
Fresh snow is the start of new life
A beginning, a chance at revival
Walk gently in the soft white powder
Creating a brand new path of your own
About the Poem Fresh Snow
I have always loved snow but there is nothing quite like brand new snow. Even the most rundown ramshackle homes can be given new life and appear sparkling under a blanket of fresh snow.
After a snowfall, my favorite time to photograph or look at the winter wonderland is when it is pristine. It has just fallen and there are no footprints and nothing to mar its perfect surface.
To me, that is the canvas of life in essence. A clean slate on which to add in footprints for the paths we decide to take. As the snow melts and changes, it reflects in my mind's eye the softening that occurs as life goes on and the end result of change.
Snow drifts represent to me the depths of one's passions. They stand straight and true until they too soften and ebb as the surroundings change.
Nothing makes me want fresh heavy snow more than a dusting of snow. It is as if nature was teasing us promising more to come. It reminds me of powdered sugar on gingerbread; just a little extra sweetness added on.
Fresh snow makes me think of renewal and new beginnings. It always makes me feel hopeful about the future and what things can be accomplished by changing the landscape. Nothing ever looks old and weary. The simplest, scraggliest bushes and trees are transformed into crystalline wonders.
So much beauty, so much feeling in fresh snow. It is inspiring and creative altogether.
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