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Falling Snow

Updated on December 7, 2014
Early Morning, First Snow by Maxfield Parrish
Early Morning, First Snow by Maxfield Parrish

Wake up to winter

bright and white,

as light falls softly

on the still lingering night.

Sun rises

warm tendrils of gold

creeping slowly

then suddenly bold.

We walk out hand in hand

on feet cold and bare,

skin tingling in the early morning air.

One step then another

until each toe turns red

urging us reluctantly back toward bed.

Laughing teeth chatter

staring out at the snow

wondering, wondering at how little we know.

Winter In Vermont

I hate the cold. So it's ironic how much I love living in a state that is freezing six months of the year. The truth is that for all the numb fingers, clunky winter boots, hibernation inducing darkness and calorie rich snow days there is something about staring out into a white landscape until only your deepest thoughts remain.

The days when you awaken to find hemlock limbs weighted to the ground with a foot of sticky white frosting, or find yourself bundling up to take an impromptu midnight walk across a moonlit field so bright you can trace the shadows with your eyes. There is too, the excitement of the first snowdrop and crocus in the spring, each color infinitely more saturated due to the lack of them for so long. But nothing quite beats the first snowfall.

When I was a little girl my mother and I always walked out barefoot in it, slipping off our socks at the red door and tiptoeing across the cold grey stone of the porch to walk out towards the open field. We never made it very far, distracted by the fat flakes melting on our warm faces and the softened outlines of familiar shapes made new and suddenly beautiful by this thin layer of white. It was our own little ceremony, performed in silence and awe and never spoken of later. Even now, I find myself doing it, no matter where I am or who I'm with I feel the pull to slip away into the silence of that moment, frozen in time like a collage of years, I always feel the same sense of smallness and fascination.


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      brownella 3 years ago from New England

      Hi Rachel! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. We have more snow this year than usual too. It is beautiful, it seems like every morning I wake up to find a clean white coat on everything! Thanks for reading :-)

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      Rachel L Alba 3 years ago from Every Day Cooking and Baking

      I always admired people who could write poems. I always wondered where do the words come from? It must be a gift. We are getting hit with a lot of snow this month of February here in PA. I actually love it, I think it's beautiful, just so we can still drive around without sliding.

      I voted thumbs up and will follow you.


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      brownella 4 years ago from New England

      Thelma, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting :)

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      Thelma Alberts 4 years ago from Germany

      Beautiful! Thanks for sharing;-)

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      brownella 4 years ago from New England

      Thanks Leslie, I'm so glad you liked it :)

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      lesliebyars 5 years ago

      Great poem!

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      brownella 5 years ago from New England

      Thanks, both of you for your input. I love snow too, though by this time of year I'm just about ready for spring.

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Snow is great in the mountains. I am pleased we rarely see it. This i lovely verse though. The wise always wonder at how little they know.

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      europewalker 5 years ago

      Lovely poem. I miss the snow. Well done:) Voted up.

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      brownella 5 years ago from New England

      Thanks so much, both of you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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      Joanne M Olivieri 5 years ago

      So inspiring and with a great message. I'm loving your writing style so much. I look forward to more.

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      Wayne Barrett 5 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Beautiful poem. I think I will keep my Florida weather though ( :