seeing snow

when i saw the headline "light snow headed for connecticut," i figured we were in for it. you watch, i said to Beloved. this is gonna the Big One.

Beloved laughed and said i was probably right.

this morning, the puppies and i stepped out into a slushy late-winter wonderland. the ground was covered by an inch or more of fluffy wet snow that's still falling now. the flakes looked like little stars on sam's black back. the bare spot beneath my window is covered up again.

but i know it won't last. the air lacks deep winter's bite. this morning, despite the falling snow, it felt plushy as gray flannel against my face.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.

it's coming

spring was in the air, literally, last evening, when the sky was streaked with clouds of carnation pink. melting snow gushed from downspouts, and from all the way in the back of the house, i could hear the rush of the waterfall in the front. even the wind lacked bite.

this morning, the sunlight lies in long gold streaks across the snow, and i can hear the bluejays calling, the sparrows cheeping and the crows screaming. wednesday's snow lies light as down over the lawns and the rocks. on the other side of the pond, the willows are turning yellow. in the wood beside the storage shed, the dark green heads of snowdrops pepper the spotless snow.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.