Weather Report: Let it Snow
“Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?”
You fall in silence to the earth,
and footsteps on your ermine carpet
are muffled to feather softness.
The earthquake rumbles, and thunder
roars, and rain patters a staccato
cacophony…but you serve in silence.
Fire rushes about madly, the sea rages;
The wind whistles and whips in maddening
fury…but you utter not a sound.
Your silence calms the mind and stills
the soul and soothes the troubled spirit.
I lift my face to feel your kiss upon my
cheek…like some love phantom in a dream,
You speak to me of peace.
Ivy H. Waterworth
I see the snow at daybreak
In the rosy gray of dawn,
As a softness like down feathers
Spreads a carpet on my lawn;
I take a step in whimsy
And mar it with elation
And leave a print of earthbound feet
Upon God’s pure creation.
I see the snow at midday
In the blinding light of noon,
And pray for some small sheltered place
To grant a shady boon;
Then God flings out a canopy
Of cloud across the skies
And I turn in contemplation
Of the sight that meets my eyes.
I see the snow at twilight
When the evening shadows fall,
And I wonder if its stillness
Is the fairest time of all;
For the day with all its busyness
Is slipping fast apace
And a sense of peace and calmness
Seems to settle on the place.
I see the snow still falling
In the silence of the night,
With not a star appearing,
Yet the world is wrapt in light;
As though God spreads a coverlet
Upon the bed of earth
And tucks his sleeping child in tight.