A Reluctant, Little Ode to Snow
A RELUCTANT, LITTLE ODE TO SNOW
Oh no, too much snow!
You fickle miracle of nature,
altering all,
idly flitting to furtively fall . . .
You spring from naught,
oh aerial messenger of candor,
swirling away,
slowly changing a darker day.
Oh snow, and then
becoming part of every structure,
snowing on snow,
softly shushing the snow below.
Shucks! That’s how we get
your sleet and slush to ponder on,
slipping, sliding, and
cursing one more damn winter!
It’s been so awfully nice
to suffer your ice-cold blizzards
making us run for
cover, yearning for summer.
You come and go,
a fitful panorama of winter,
melting away,
leaving no trace of white today.
But then again, tonight
you conjured up a makeover
of snow all over,
somehow making
the enigma and
tender wonder of winter
memorable now,
revealing new meaning in snow.
Y’know, that hokey
‘Winter Wonderland’ misnomer
for once entirely
fitted — but oh so briefly . . .

A Reluctant, Little Ode to Snow
Photo by Darran Shen on Unsplash
A RELUCTANT, LITTLE ODE TO SNOW
Oh no, too much snow!
You fickle miracle of nature,
altering all,
idly flitting to furtively fall . . .
You spring from naught,
oh aerial messenger of candor,
swirling away,
slowly changing a darker day.
Oh snow, and then
becoming part of every structure,
snowing on snow,
softly shushing the snow below.
Shucks! That’s how we get
your sleet and slush to ponder on,
slipping, sliding, and
cursing one more damn winter!
It’s been so awfully nice
to suffer your ice-cold blizzards
making us run for
cover, yearning for summer.
You come and go,
a fitful panorama of winter,
melting away,
leaving no trace of white today.
But then again, tonight
you conjured up a makeover
of snow all over,
somehow making
the enigma and
tender wonder of winter
memorable now,
revealing new meaning in snow.
Y’know, that hokey
‘Winter Wonderland’ misnomer
for once entirely
fitted — but oh so briefly . . .