25 versions of 1 snowfall

the plural of snow
is snow, how flakes join and fall
into one wholeness


winter is
less snow and more cold
to keep it


snow does not
know us and happens
where it wills
whether we
welcome it or not. the trick is
to meet it smiling


In ten words, it spirals soft
from sky to earth

that bird
we call winter
lines her nest
and that softness
ripped from her breast
catches in my hair

white feathers
like missed kisses


slip from trees
to twist at my feet


opening to


in Buffalo
it snows sideways
and from the ground up

a miracle

just like that rain
Forrest Gump hated
minus the heat


the constellations of winter
are lost in the steam of our breath:
the hunter, the bull
the greater and lesser dogs,
the sea monster and the man that killed him
rest by the celestial river
or reel with the twins

but those jewels, high up
cannot compete with the small stars that fall
to melt in our palms


the first snow
we never want to let go
the second and third ones
are what leave us so numb


he is set in snow
a ruby burning, preening
cardinal flames his wings


a fall
winter’s white bloom
scentless daisy chains
cold covering in drifts
a blanket that cannot warm
yes, the snow itself is lonely


with this brilliance
this light-catching sameness
my ungrateful  eyes
starve for green


there is physics to skating:
friction and momentum
curving Newton’s third law
into a glide

& physics in that lesson of snow
teaching lightness

in falling


the leaves fell, sparked
brightness arced fades
to dark, and snow


winter’s beauty
paints this everything
with whiteness we shape angels in


the radar-generated snow
falls, like feathers
from ripped pillows
I taste winter
with my tongue
and breathe
in this coldness
like oxygen
the spirit opens
to take deeper

we are snow
what is unique in us
melted & lost in water cycling


I am merely saying & saving
some of what’s wild, grinding
a brightness to pass to you
in a sting of snow, dancing inside a trace
of what phosphoresces under oceans
in a kiss we call sustenance:
what makes us go.


(E)very snowflake
is different.

How (can) we
get off our knees?

(erasure, Jeanette Winterson)


you sing summer to me
but our seasons are opposed–
winter in my heart

pieces of sky fall
sifted confectioner sweet–
we stick out our tongues


I crave that covering over
everything raw
snow promises

the blindness of winter

how small things together
change what is seen
to iced monochrome


what it means to be pine

a memory quietly hummed
& almost scented

beneath the bite of snow
& resin they wear


the snow comes
gently, and with softness
in a careful arrangement of atoms
the snow comes
like sky broken into crumbs
but each one flawless
the snow comes
gently, and with softness

***for Dverse

**** In #3, I was inspired by stole from Rule of Stupid “the snow doesn’t know us.”

***** “the snow itself is lonely” is a quote by Joseph Wood Krutch

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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20 Responses to 25 versions of 1 snowfall

  1. davidtrudel says:

    Masterful piece of writing! You’ve captured both the big and the small aspects of snow so well, and the words just keep falling and falling like the snow you are writing about.

  2. boomiebol says:

    This is so beautiful, and i love the layout…”the first snow, we never want to let go…the second and third one are the ones that leave us numb: so true on a profound level…well done Susan

  3. glynfedwards says:

    that is some achievement!

  4. ruleofstupid says:

    What great work Susan – capturing so many moods of snow. Were you cursing your determination towards the end?!
    Did I really inspire / get ripped off on number 3?! I do love to inspire but I can’t think for the life of me where I would have done so!? 😕

  5. unfetteredbs says:

    wowsers woman.. you are on a roll. delightful reading with my coffee this morning ala Susan Daniels Poetry Hour. I thank you

  6. Masterful is the word, Susan. The whole set is a masterpiece. 🙂

  7. brandyeli says:

    Very enjoyable. Like little winter spells: my falrite: the radar-generated snow

    falls, like feathers

    from ripped pillows

    I taste winter

    with my tongue

    and breathe

    in this coldness

    like oxygen

    the spirit opens

    to take deeper

  8. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I always find that the first deep snowfall is a very spiritual, mysterious event for me. I still am always amazed when it does snow, as if this is perhaps the greatest of all meteorological miracles on Earth. I wonder about the mornings and days after that first snow. . . when it sticks around and you start wondering about everything that is building up to be stirred again. . . .

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