“Snow is what it does.” – Frederick Seidel, “Snow”
Snow is what it does. The white specks flutter, uncertain, along city streets between walls of windows, windows of walls. Snow puffs out into cool flakes of soft ice, not the hard icy-pellet rain of sleetiness. Snow piles up, wet, in cubic layers that stack neatly. A long white lawn of snow waits to be rolled into a clumsy ball for snowman, or to be pressed and spun out into the snow angel. Snow skate-hardens under the sun’s glare and the penetrating cold. Ruts form in the streets and make long canal streams for meltingfreezingmeltingfreezing if you don’t scrape it away before driving on it. If you do scrape it away, sometimes it just falls again later to spite you. Snow lights the best and the worst, the glimmery fir tree in the mountains and the rusted pile of metal stakes in the back yard. Snow softens the hard corners of the landscape, blunting the disappointments of a lifetime of saving up “just in case.”
Snow is what it does.
About this post
Last weekend I visited Washington, D.C., visiting family and touring the sights. Brrr! It was cold! 20s and 30s (F) most days, colder at night. On our last day there it snowed. At first just little flurry-flakes, then thicker clumps of snow. It didn’t pile up too much, but it reminded me of times when the snow does pile up, and I wrote this little remembrance.
My blogging colleague Roberta Pimental has been posting recently about the snow where she lives in Trondheim, Norway. I think Roberta put me in the mood!
Reminder – collaborative project on “Cinderella”-themed stories
Don’t forget! We are collecting “Cinderella”-themed stories for our collaborative project, an anthology. Take a look at the invitation if you haven’t seen it already. We’d love to see poems, Haiku, science fiction or thriller, new points of view, etc., in our fellow bloggers’/writers’ works. Due date: Feb. 28, 2017. Join us!