There is none in comparison so awe inspiring to me
Than the winter settings that often appear before my view
The most amazing scenes within the frame of my bedroom window
The snowflakes dance ever so gracefully as they fall
Carefully settling on the ground and pressing together
To form an intricate beautiful thick white blanket
A masterpiece by nature's own type of weaving loom
Though colorless, it almost glows in vivid brightness
A quietness, even a reverence, fills the mood in the air
The whole scene is the color of this unscathed white
The sky, the mountains, the ground all covered in purity
When the sunlight peeks through the clouds and looks downward
The snow begins to sparkle as glitter as it is touched
There is a mystical feeling as I view its magical effect
An uplifting masterpiece that somehow always brings me peace
Commentary:
I've heard the saying, "It's pretty to look at, but I hate it," whenever the discussion of snow comes up among those with whom I have spoken. They hate how cold it is and how annoying it is to travel in. Some say it's only great weather for those who ski or snowboard. I disagree. From my point of view, there is more to it. Perhaps the nostalgia of it all that helps me enjoy it. I look at the flakes falling down and I'm flooded with memories of the times when my siblings and I tried to sled down the front lawn, which barely had a tilt, so it wasn't all that productive, or the other times when the snow was packed so high that there were mountains of it everywhere (I used to pretend I was walking over the mountain peaks while I walked on them). There are memories of ice sickles hanging on the edge of the roof, and even now where I am they are monstrous sometimes. We made snow caves and threw snowballs. Along with those memories were the ones when I walked home from school with soaked cold feet and the fascinating burning feeling you got in your ears, nose, and fingers when they began to warm up. It's a beautiful time of year, and I was taught at a young age from multiple family members to see the beauty in it. Perhaps it was that I was used to it, because I walk out in it more than many do these days, but I don't mind the cold where I live. Sometimes when the sun is out, I don't even feel cold. In fact, there was one specific time when I was younger that it was supposed to be about -3 to -5 degrees outside and there was a lot of concern expressed about it. I put my coat on and walked as I always did. I didn't feel cold at all, because the sun was shining on my back and keeping it warm.So as part of the winter time, and particularly when the holiday season comes in to play, there are many paintings, photos, and cards available that present scenery with various places being completely covered in a foot or more of snow. They are beautifully designed and produced, some with glitter, and some with great artistry. As pleasing to the eye they may be for people, there is nothing compared to actually experiencing it in person. There is a reverent silence in the air while it is snowing that can't be explained accurately and everything looks like it's been covered by a large warm white blanket. There are different types of ways the snow falls also: some fall tiny, some large, some literally look like cotton balls, and some fall in little pellets (Graupel). It's awesome when you can get the snow that still contains the flake's shape after it has landed. What I love most of all is how the snow looks when the sun comes out. Sometimes there are tiny little flakes that fall from the sky, or from drifts in the trees or other places that literally look like glitter flying in the air as the sun hits them. The snow on the ground also sparkles crystal-like while the sun shines on it. So for me, the beauty of it all trumps the discomfort of the cold.
