When first it snows
Day turns to grey and white
The sun waits its turn until after
The inches have fallen on the ground
Layering up to over two feet.
Each thousand on thousand on thousand of snowflakes
Come- created individually to earth
Each snowflake has its own look it’s own fingerprint
It’s own design
Until it gathers on the ground with the others from it’s storm
And becomes
one plusone plusone plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one
And returns to the many alike.
We tramp through the snow not acknowledging the individualness of the snowflakes
Unlike grains of sand. Snowflakes become one as
we step.
Compacting one with one
With one every step.
Unlike us in the snow the dog leaps from one place to another. Each time with snow up to her belly. Each time landing as if surprised and looking around. The ground is no longer an anchor
Some places the ground cannot even be found and we wiggle out and scrunch out and find a way. A ball of snow thrown the dog melds Instantly into the old/new -one
Later comes the sun
Light bright reflecting and glowing
Eyes water at is brightness
the sky turns after snow blue like no other
Winter color returns
At least for a while
Until it snows again tomorrow
Bobbie giltz mcgarey 03.03.21, bethlehem, PA
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