Funnily enough mirrors the stages of life.

Some music to listen to while reading:

This came to me while I was reading Eileen’s blog about light and snow.

1. Infancy. Snow begins to fall and the ground is covered in a soft, white blanket. For a short time the world has a sort of innocence that life has not yet touched with the dings and nicks of living. We watch in breathless anticipation as a new world is born.

2. Childhood.  The snow has fallen and there are areas untouched by life but now there are several sets of footprints or animal prints to be seen. Snowball fights, snowmen, igloos(my brother built one in our front yard with his friends and spent the night in it) and snow angels have created areas of snow no longer pristine. Snow still covers the ground but life has tempered some of it into other uses. It’s an exciting world with all kinds of possibilities.

3. Adulthood.  Everywhere you look the snow shows life has happened. Some parts are a little slushy, maybe even looks dirty. The snowmen are starting to melt and the snow angels have disappeared. There’s not enough snow left to create anything new. The world looks a little older, duller and not quite so exciting.

4. Old age. The trees and grass are threaded with lingering snow that gives them a dignified air. Mounds of dirty, packed snow are everywhere. The ground is wet and muddy. Creative energy has disappeared with the snow. The enchantment has worn off and life seems to be over.

But wait. Just when you think it’s the end…

A snow flake falls. Then another. And another. Before you know it, it’s snowing and oh! The possibilities that fall from the sky in lazy swirls creating a world to begin anew. How exciting!


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Diane
    Dec 21, 2010 @ 17:39:40

    We don’t get snow here in Brisbane, so I can only think of freezing cold nose, toes and fingers while I read your descriptions. 🙂


  2. Tracey
    Dec 22, 2010 @ 13:34:14

    Good poem.


  3. curiocat
    Dec 24, 2010 @ 21:59:31

    @ Diane. You don’t really notice the cold until you come back into the warmth. It’s a sort of lethal, frozen beauty that creeps up on you if you’re not careful.

    @ Tracey. Thanks.


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