If you live in the northeast you might have had enough snow by now. But yesterday morning it was so beautiful I just had to write about it. A friend challenged me to produce an “aubade”, a musical composition or poem in appreciation of dawn in the same way a nocturne is of night. The first image I evoke is of Snowdrops, tiny bell-like flowers that are the first to emerge in spring. Here is the poem:
Waking to Snow
When all the world’s a Snowdrop
Without the stem and just the top
On top of tufts on trees and trunks
With branches hunched like prayerful monks
Then do we wake to silent peace
No plane above or winged geese
To interrupt our sky of mind
With white on white that makes us blind
To depth or shape, where all is one
And each of us a gasp of lung
To see the drifts of white
Enough to whet our appetites
To write a verse and feel the thirst
For peace to kiss the universe.
How do you feel about the snow this time of year?
Love the verse and the photograph. The image of snow on the road makes me recall my years in Maine and Massachusetts. We’ve had snow and ice here in North Carolina — as recently as Tuesday — but it’s just not the same. Your post makes my heart yearn for New England.
Ah but you have a different kind of beauty where you are! Isn’t the world so amazing? We are privy to so much variety of beauty.
Beautiful! Love it. And, your poem and photo. So fresh, light, and bright! Perfect for sleigh rides, too. Sky so blue. . .snow so white. . .it’s all just right, just right, just right!
Indeed! Sun on snow as I write is rosy this morning.
Lovely photo and poem…
The white and blue sky above replies.
The brim grass, not yet green,answers,
The kids next door are jumping high
on the trampoline.
“We” have just enough sun for the
daffodils, here, today.
So fun to hear about a different climate. Ahhh Daffodils! Lucky you!
What a beautiful poem and photograph. Eileen you are an artist.
Thanks Steve. I hope you and Joanne are well. Let us know if you get up this way!
Oh, my dear Eileen, how wonderful to see the sublime connection in Mother Nature in all it’s light, through your eyes and words. How I cherish reading it, as I sit here with my faithful companion Picchu, in my mother’s chair in their cozy home in Cambridgeshire, contemplating my fifth and final visit with them, for this trip. Dementia has stolen so much of who they were from me, and yet I catch glimpses of their former selves and delight in the tender moments we share together and recall the life-long memories … And yet I pray that God will call my beloved parents home soon, so that their souls may fly free of their very old, weakened bodies and lost minds. Your stark and beautiful photograph accompanied by your wise and wondrous words, remind me of the beauty and mystery to be found in even the most barren corners of life. Blessings and love, my friend.
We miss you. Call when you are back state side! I hope to see you at the end of April in CA. XOX
to kiss the univers
e…i like that. marty rosen
Beautifully peaceful. Thank you Eileen!
Love snow any time during winter, early spring.
No wonder it’s the Ides of March. Trees with winter coats on. How blissful!
loved the poem. We spend the winter in Florida now. You wetted my senses to that brilliant white/ on/ white cold day. Ahhhhh..
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Glad to know where you are! Enjoy the sun!
Absolutely beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing Eileen.
Eileen–this is a gorgeous photo and exquisite poem!! Since I live in SF Bay Area, right now, we are praying for more rain!! Sometimes I wish that I lived in New England, where my grandpa had a dairy farm eons ago.
Come visit sometime!
I would love to come visit sometime!! Enjoy the beauty of Spring. Love to you and Paul. Louise