9 versions of 1 snowfall

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

winter is
less snow and more wait
for melting

in ten words, it spirals soft
from sky to earth

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

it is time for ice
and the light brush
of white snow brings

white erasure
I shovel
what obliterates everything

winter’s beauty
covers 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

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

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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38 Responses to 9 versions of 1 snowfall

  1. brian miller says:

    we finally got our first snow yesterday…i was so happy…so cool as well how you looked at snow all the different ways…love making snow angels…and snowball fights…think i like the last one best…

  2. claudia says:

    oooohhhh…nice…. very cool on the different takes…and i just loved feathers
    from ripped pillows….and now i want some snow…..smiles

  3. I love what you’ve done here and I’m looking out the window at blue sky and snow (a wonderfully odd experience). The exploration really deepens the meaning and the short form works magically with the iterations. Fantastic work!

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    Lovely reflections on snow, Susan… I especially like:

    in ten words, it spirals soft
    from sky to earth

    the first snow

  5. Mary says:

    My favorite stanza is the ‘stone white erasure’ one. It definitely does that to everything both ugly and beautiful as it comes to earth and settles for its stay!

  6. Miriam E. says:

    this is great, susan. loved this piece:

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

    so true…

  7. Katie! says:

    I love snow sooooo much!! This is really great!! πŸ™‚

  8. marousia says:

    Deceptively simple – love the word plays

  9. wolfsrosebud says:

    liked how you elaborated on one topic… nice

  10. Sabio Lantz says:

    Great views: the beautiful, the dangerous, mechanical and imaginary!

  11. This wonderful, I can’t remember snow, has been a long time since I was playing in it but your words seemed to fall softly like snow…I really got caught up in this one. I like the idea of writing poetry in this way, you’ve made it come together so beautifully. πŸ™‚

    • Thanks, Dianne–I think I am going to craft a snow shadorma now–the challenge was to write about the same thing 25 different ways, and I wimped out at 9, so I think I will add a few more forms in here, depending how they fall πŸ˜‰

  12. Grace says:

    Like the different takes on snow, my favorite though is the last one ~

    We just had a big one today, and more tomorrow ~

  13. Kelvin S.M. says:

    ..”he first snow..we never want to let go…the second and third ones…are what leave us so numb…” – really like this Susan… we don’t have snow here in Philippines but the visuals you provide here give me an idea how it feels like to have snow come intimate to one’s skin… great as always… smiles…

  14. Love the first stanza, Susan … beautiful.

    We’ve had no snow, just lots and lots and lots of rain 😦

  15. tigerbrite says:

    A beautiful piece full of so true descriptions of snow. I especially like feathers from ripped pillows πŸ™‚ My own remembrance of snow is the silence of it. The last stanza is my favourite and perhaps silence could be added as the last word as you have already used softness…. just a thought:)

  16. mobius faith says:

    Love this one.

  17. jasmine calyx says:

    This is a wise way in which to spend one’s time: “I shovel what obliterates everything”

  18. nelle says:

    I seem to like thinking on snow more in July than on the advent of January, what with wrestling the snowblower and slippery feet, but better in word than outside the window.

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