The Soft Insinuation of Snow by Mary Lou Meyers
In response to my short rhyme, First Philly Flakes, my classmate Mary Lou Myers sent me a lovely, longer poem. Here it is:
Who would not go
through the soft insinuation of snow
where everything is cushioned and replete
with a double frosting of illusion so complete.
Who would not want to go
through the soft insinuation of snow
where everything dark and dismal
is transformed with a white baptismal.
No longer admonished
for lives grown tarnished,
our rough resilient streak
gentled by modifying peaks.
We try to press and shape which pales
before Nature’s unhesitating scale.
New fallen snow holds the light from the sky
in its blue-white bones, the reason why.
By noon burning rays of the sun have undone,
peaceful wrappings and solitude, spared none,
returned to parched fields and raw beginnings
where we struggle with our dull underpinnings.
P.S. Another of Mary Lou’s poems will be posted on the last day of the month to coincide with Inspire Your Heart with Art Day on January 31st. Mary Lou was inspired to pen a poem after viewing a Monet painting.