Snowfall

9x12/oil/canvas

The first few snows of the winter are always exciting!! Of course by February I'll be loathing it ! But today it was a welcome sight to wake to a winter wonderland. I went out early about 7:15 AM since I was unsure how the weather would progress. At first there was just about an inch of snow, but as an hour went by the snow came down thicker in big, heavy cottonball flakes and the ground was thickly covered as if an enormous quilt had been spread out. By 8:30 I was back inside with the fireplace going, the Christmas tree lit and Bing Crosby crooning "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" on the stereo. A mug of cocoa in hand I browsed around the net and found a favorite snow poem to share....enjoy!

It sifts from Leaden Sieves —

It sifts from Leaden Sieves —
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road —

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain —
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again —

It reaches to the Fence —
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces —
It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack — and Stem —
A Summer's empty Room —
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them—

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen —
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts —
Denying they have been —

—Emily Dickinson