New Snow
It happened quickly, not three full days
after the last sturdy leaf of the
flowering linden tree surrendered to
late fall winds.
Snowfall, lots of it. Over a foot
the first time. Shoveling, digging out,
slow traffic, and all those school closings.
A combination of weighty snow and hard ice.
At night, after the snow finally stopped, the
ebony sky drew the remaining ground
warmth off into the frozen atmosphere
to dissipate. Ice crystals in the atmosphere
surrounded the moon with a shimmering halo.
Approaching a full moon, it shines regally
like a pure white tea cup wearing a silver crown.
It presaged months of deep cold and ice.
The landscape is fortress walls of drifted and
machine plowed snow. At night kaleidoscope
patterns shimmer from the glow of street lights. Frozen
rainbows of color greeting us when we venture out.
Beauty in a season of latency and cold.
Artistry and tranquility amid an austere landscape.
The onset of our most dreary season or
assent to time in evolution?
Soon, not too many days hence, we will awaken
to the pattering and splashing of rain as
all life flows with new spring waters.
New Snow
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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