The Sound of Snow
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My ears hear the music of chiffon.
A white satin curtain of snow
billowing in the breeze.
The avalanche is vertical,
snow falling from the tip
of the tree to the ground.
An airborne assault
starting with a whispered kiss
then falling flakes brushing light
the lips of outstretched pine,
sharing a brief touch
until the moment grows too heavy,
the bough says adieu, and lets go.
The snow alights to the stillness
of another weighted branch.
Held in tender arms
for what seems eternity,
then yields to kisses and lets go.
Each fall more fluid, leaving
sparkling gossamer trailings
drifting slowly to the ground.
A gift of pixie dust left for dreaming eyes
by secret sandmen passing by. Swooosh!
My eyes see the sound.
Snowflakes falling, gently pushing air aside
in their hurried rush to meet the earth.
With succeeding kisses they gain
in number and weight
until none can resist their temptation.
All who meet them join their procession
a long and floating farewell.
Their passing paints a white waterfall
of crystal from sky to ground
that makes a magic sound. Swooosh!
Neighboring trees become envious,
offering swoooshes of their own.
In this rare distilled moment:
after the snow, before the rain,
when snow shows me the way of its song.
Swooosh! My heart will remember the sound
through the winter of all my tomorrows.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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