Falling Snow

Falling Snow in Washington State

I watch today, the mule deer

Foraging in the backyard,

Just beyond the table,

Piled high with freshly fallen,

Glistening snowflakes;

And I I remember my first snowfall in Spokane

Moving from North Dakota in 1971;

I can see the door of the small house, 

A small window within, and

out that window, to the big pine tree

and the huge fluffy snowflakes 

slowly falling down—

Falling, not drifting—

I had never seen that-

Falling snow—

The snow grew in piles 

on pine branches 

and a neighbor’s fence post;

I ran out and opened my arms

Looking up, twirling in wonder at 

Crystals falling

Ever so gently,

One atop another in my hands

On my nose—

Imagine: the snow just built up -- 

it didn’t blow away 

it didn’t drift 

blowing sideways 

slamming against your face 

or into the fence or walls 

or cars or trees 

like a wall of 

pressed ice.

It fell.

It fell

Gently

Into soft piles

Of giant crystals

I wasn’t in Ka-- 

I mean, 

North Dakota 

anymore.

 

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Poetry Sheri Edwards

Photography Scott Hunter

https://askwhatelse.blog/2022/01/07/falling-snow/

Blowing and Drifting Snow Always in North Dakota

From North Dakota Department of Transportation 

Public Domain

Near Bismarck, ND on Highway 83

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