Mary Oliver....

[ctivnan]

We don't experience snow here but this poem is so engaging and vivid that I can feel there's snow just outside my window.

Now, we are going towards the months of summer, which means hotter months (temperatures range from: 28 - 33 degrees Celsius or even hotter!)
I've experienced snow in another country and now I look back and realize how wonderful it had been in spite of the bitter cold.

for sharing this one, Lasher!

Originally Posted by lasher

I am not familiar with the winters in your bright and green paradise across my continent and the Pacific expanse (so far away, yet a mere mouse-click apart). I don’t know if you’ve enjoyed the splendor of snowfall, watching as it blankets a golden field or dusts the trees like powdered sugar – whether you have or haven’t, please enjoy Mary’s “First Snow”.

First Snow

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! Flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! And only now,
deep into the night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles; nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbon, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creek bed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain – not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.