Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Snow Day




There is a moment during the first snow fall
Not the light dances of flakes that happen in December
But the glorious world-stopping storms of January;
The first thick blanket that descends from the grey sky gods
As you snuggle in golden homes
Brightly tucked in with the whistling songs of Borealis
With cats curled like pill bugs
And steaming mugs that warm a smile on your face.
It is a moment full of reconnection
Full of letter writing, old movies, pictures pulled out of boxes
A time of memories and sadness, but happiness too
Because it’s this first blanket that marks the end of things
And also a beginning:
A darkening of last years plants and plans
So that in the spring, under dark decay
New growth can sprout anew.

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