First Snow Blogmas, day 10

Saturday morning thru Saturday night the snow fell in my part of New England. The First Snow is the most beautiful. The night time falling snow was the magical back drop for the local adult and children’s Choral Concert taking place in a large white, antique church. Inside our hearts and ears were filled with songs of the season.

Today’s post is inspired by last night’s wonderous music, the beauty of the falling snow, and my yoga teacher. She read Mary Oliver’s poem this morning. A poet who captures the essence of the first snow with words.

First Snow

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found —
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.

~Mary Oliver~
excerpted from American Primitive

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    Crystal Stewart

    Nice poem by Mary Oliver. We got our first snow too. It was mostly flurries though.

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      Julia Flynn

      Heading over to your blog now! Perfect poem for this morning. It was beautiful!

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          Julia Flynn

          Thanks for the other link. I will check it out. Have a good day! :>

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