Festival of White

Rosie and I just returned from a enjoyable walk in the snow...as long as you can enjoy a Boston Terror scrambling in circles and then running out to the end of the retractable leash. Or if you can tolerate having your arm jerk back because she has dead-stopped to eat as much snow as she can as quickly as she can. Or if you don't mind having her run around your legs trying to bite the straps off your gaiters while you are walking.

She may hate ice, but she does love snow...in a thoroughly annoying way.

However, it is so beautiful to walk in inches (more than 2 already!) of snow, while it continues to softly cascade from the sky...well, I just didn't even get that annoyed!

I know it's almost March, and less than a month until Spring is official -- but how often do we get snow without wind?

I'm just going to savor it, whenever it comes. To me it is an extraordinary treat.

Besides, it's almost Spring! How much more can there be?



Winter Wonderland --
The earth is blanketed in white.
Trees gracefully bear the burden of the snow,
swaying slightly in the gentle breeze.
Snowflakes, in lazy dance,
float by my window,
beckoning me to join the in their Festival of White.

It IS a festival!
where all the grayness of cement
and the nakedness of wooden and steel structures
are costumed in softness and beauty.
Unhappy children suddenly smile and laugh,
hurrying to join the holiday,
bundled in bright colors,
red cheeks, sparkling eyes
party decorations in the Festival of White.

We smile at their excitement and act amused
but all the while our hearts beat a little faster,
our smiles come a little easier...

Dance, little snowflakes dance!
In our hearts we dance with you
welcoming the beauty you bring
Cover our world and the grayness of life
with your softness.
Smooth over the harshness,
Remind us to live and love.
Joyfully we join you
in your Festival of White.