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  • Lynette Mejia


A rare snow day yesterday, the first since we moved here five years ago, and the woods were as beautiful as I'd imagined them to be.

It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road.

-Emily Dickinson

A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

-Robert Frost

Thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.

-William Carlos Williams

It lifts existence on a plane of snow One level higher than the earth below, One level nearer heaven overhead, And last year's berries shining scarlet red.

-Robert Frost

In winter

all the singing is in

the tops of the trees

where the wind-bird

with its white eyes

shoves and pushes

among the branches.

-Mary Oliver

Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

-Algernon Charles Swinburne

All in all, we got less than two inches, and it lasted less than a day before melting away. But for a few precious hours, between dawn and noon, our little corner of the world was hushed and winter white. In this dark world of ours true joy is often hard come by, but it was here, yesterday. For a little while.

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