Life Poem: Fresh Snow

FRESH SNOW

Flake by flake the falling snow

Amasses to cover the ground

Creating the virginal backdrop

For the world reborn

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What came before no longer exists

Transformed into a new entity draped in white

No object can look old and weary

Instead looks brand new and fresh

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Snowfall untouched creates the perfect scene

Then gives way to sets of footprints

The stamped path by man and creatures

Pressed into the new blanket of pristine snow

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Landscape withered and dead at autumn's hand

Takes on breathtaking proportions as born again

Plants and trees hold out their arms and limbs

To receive nature's perfect crystal jewelry

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As flakes fall one by one from the sky to form

One beautiful image over tree and home

Leaving us to admire the world anew

A kind of black and white photo unfolding

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Fresh snow speaks to the heart and soul

Nothing's too old to be brought to new life

Beneath the tapestry the heavens shake out

To lie gently over what was there before

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Is white the absence of all color

Or merely the start of a new palette

On which is transformed the most mediocre tableau

The scene of undeniable beauty wrapped in snow

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The moment one flake begins to fall it seems

To be calling to its kindred spirits

To come dance in the sky and tumble down

Collectively creating a soft eiderdown layer

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Untouched snow stands ready for footprints

Showing us a new path to take or retrace

Drifts become the measure of depth of passion

And a dusting can tease us wanting more

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Let the heavens open and let drift down the snow

Gently creating a field of pure soft white

The background canvas on which to paint

Warm and enchanting scenes of winter life

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Fresh snow is the start of new life

A beginning, a chance at revival

Walk gently in the soft white powder

Creating a brand new path of your own

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About the Poem Fresh Snow

I have always loved snow but there is nothing quite like brand new snow. Even the most rundown ramshackle homes can be given new life and appear sparkling under a blanket of fresh snow.

After a snowfall, my favorite time to photograph or look at the winter wonderland is when it is pristine. It has just fallen and there are no footprints and nothing to mar its perfect surface.

To me, that is the canvas of life in essence. A clean slate on which to add in footprints for the paths we decide to take. As the snow melts and changes, it reflects in my mind's eye the softening that occurs as life goes on and the end result of change.

Snow drifts represent to me the depths of one's passions. They stand straight and true until they too soften and ebb as the surroundings change.

Nothing makes me want fresh heavy snow more than a dusting of snow. It is as if nature was teasing us promising more to come. It reminds me of powdered sugar on gingerbread; just a little extra sweetness added on.

Fresh snow makes me think of renewal and new beginnings. It always makes me feel hopeful about the future and what things can be accomplished by changing the landscape. Nothing ever looks old and weary. The simplest, scraggliest bushes and trees are transformed into crystalline wonders.

So much beauty, so much feeling in fresh snow. It is inspiring and creative altogether.

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