Sudden Snow

By Rhiannonw

Sat, 19 Jan 2013
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13 comments
 

silently, softly, smothering, enveloping,
quieting, soothing, hushing,
confining all of the noise and the rushing.

Flakes cease from falling,
children erupting –
chance of rare playground,
sharp, clear atmosphere echoing sound.

Scraping and clearing,
plans rearranging –
who may be needing attention,
while numerous services now in suspension?

Certificate U
Poem
Nature
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Melkur on
I like the first verse especially. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
yes, me too. A wonderful description of the magic when snow falls (before we all start falling over, and they cancel the trains). Hope you're warm!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
thank you both. No, it's not too much here, and we are warm indoors. Snow is still at the pretty stage! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Lovely this, Rhiannonw, It is funny how snow seems to muffle sound. And your description in the first stanza reminds me a bit of the first scene in the film of Chronicles of Narnia it is really beautiful. Moya
 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
I'm glad you liked this little one. I'm also glad it had that association for you, and nice to hear from you and hope you are doing fairly well. regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A beautiful write, Rhiannon...and the aliteration so very effective. And, as usual, with your poetry, and all-important message for us, your readers, to think about. Much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
And thank you again, Tina. There is a little snow falling at present, we must wait to see what falls in the night. Goodnight! Just shutting down! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This poem really sums up this weather so well Rhiannon. Very much enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
thank you, Jenny. Glad you enjoyed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by TVR on
A montage of sounds and sensations and Jenny’s right, you’ve captured the weather perfectly and making the snow sound so gentle, fluffy and lovely made me want to forgive it – the snow, that is. Good poem. Trev

TVR

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, again. Yes, when the snow is getting you down (hinted at in the last lines, I think) it's nice to remember the quiet and softness when it's first fallen, and the storms have stopped. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Rhiannon

This is a lovely soft description of snow - very enticing.

When I first came to this country, I couldn't think what a big deal people made out of it - as it was very much a part of our lives in North Dakota from November to April. Nobody particularly admired it, and nobody was particularly put out by it - you just got on and dealt with it.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I find it fascinating to be reading all these again with you, Jean, so thank you!
Yes, we find it quite difficult to think of living with snow as in the area you lived in. Was that the area of the later Laura Ingalls Wilder books? Rhiannon