Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Winter Snow

Winter Snow
Finally it has snowed… We have had flurries but yesterday and last night we received our first true winter snow here. Along with the snow The postman brought a new book… I nearly always love any book I order because I have looked it over and know what I am getting before I order --- If you haven’t guessed I have more books than bookshelves so I keep trying to minimize this addiction. This time I ordered a book sight-unseen and I am captivated! You will want to take a look at Letters from Eden by Julie Zickefoose

The Snowstorm
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every wayward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of snow.
--- Ralph Waldo Emerson