Song for a Winter's Day

Song for a Winter’s Day

Snow.  SNOW.   SNOW!  With glass in hand and blazing fire to warm my back, I watch the snow transfer this winter world from dormant browns to dazzling realms of purest white.

Snow.  SNOW.  SNOW! It falls until the landscape lies pristine, and there is only snow on snow. The world fills with cathedral quiet that only the snow can bring; so unlike its brash cousin, the rain, that comes with rolls of kettledrums and trumpet flares. The snow creeps upon us like a quiet whisper in the night.

Snow.  SNOW.  SNOW!   In the solitude it brings, I hear the snows of yesterday; children’s squeals of laughter as sleds whip down ice crusted hilly streets, lovers walking hand-in-hand red nosed and oblivious to the blowing cold, families in one accord causing snow giants to erupt from the earth or creating angel wings.

Snow.  SNOW.  SNOW!   Perhaps because this winter wonderland so rarely comes to call, it evokes in me mellow thoughts, romantic mood and memories framed in muted gold.  Yet each snow that falls is in the now, not what was or will be.  Yesterdays will forever stay unchanged and tomorrows only a hope of what might be.  This snow is for today.  Yesterday it was but a hope, and, with tomorrow’s blazing sun, will be gone and soon forgotten with no trace.

Snow.  SNOW.  SNOW! Is not our love, like the shining snow, ever in the now; blanketing our lives, reborn each day to fill us once again? Pasts are carved in stone and the future has no guarantee.  We are here and now, not what has been, or will be.

Snow.  SNOW.  SNOW!  So let us revel in the day and walk with hands as tightly entwined as are our very lives.  Let’s taste the now, all red-nosed and oblivious to the cold.  At last, as day gives way to evening shadows, we’ll sit and watch the slowly ebbing, glowing embers, lost in yesterdays, dreaming of tomorrows, still savoring the beauty of the now.  As silent as the falling snow, I’ll wrap you in my loving arms, and we'll together

Watch as time goes by.