Dec. 4, 2006
Smow!
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No, that wasn't a typo. Our youngest
son used to call snow..."smow"....so now, of course, my husband and I
say "smow" a lot. That little boy is now 4 years old and
thinks that mom and dad...aren't so bright....he tells us "it's
snnnnow, not smmmmow". How much our language has been effected by
our children. We haven't had a lot of snow yet this year....and we're rather impatiently waiting. We awoke this morning to snow on the ground. Not a lot, but beautiful all the same. Have you ever noticed how different the world around us looks when it is snow-covered? New, clean, fresh, bright, pure. Everything that was before - is no more. Now, it's just a blanket of white. What's been covered over isn't visible anymore - what remains visible is this new unblemished canvas. This gentle breath spills out of the heavens and graces us with a fresh outlook on an, otherwise, ordinary morning. Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand. A veil of wonder laced in light Falling gently on a winter's night. Graceful beauty raining down Giving magic to the lifeless ground. Each snowflake is like a falling star Smiling beauty that's spun afar. Till earth is dressed in a robe of white Unspoken poem the hush of night. Poem by Linda A. Copp |