In The Night I Dreamed of Snow

The soft still silence of snow
The soft still silence of snow

On the first day of winter,
 the earth awakens

to the cold touch of itself.

Snow knows no other recourse

except 
this falling, this sudden letting go

over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.

Snow puts beauty back

into the withered and malnourished,

into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way

winter insists

on nothing less than deference.

Waiting all its life, snow says, Let me cover you.

– Laura Lush

4 thoughts on “In The Night I Dreamed of Snow”

  1. Oh that is so lovely~thank you for sharing such a sweet simple poem. I do miss the snow. Where has it gone? I know it used to snow here…and alot at times, and regularly. Now it seems a rare occurence with our winter weather leaning more toward “wintry mixes” and ice storms. Snow….where are you, waiting all your life to cover us?

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