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Thea P's avatar

Lovely poem, Dan. Good choice. I’m sitting in my sunny kitchen/sun room on a very cold(10 degrees) sun filled Connecticut day. Snow blankets the neighborhood, wind is gusty, the birds swarm the feeders, fearless it seems in this frigid day. I’m no longer a winter sports person. My love for winter includes the snow protecting our gardens from the deep cold, enjoying hot cocoa, reading snuggled in a corner. It also makes me think about people and animals not as fortunate in these harsh conditions-and donate to those worthy causes. All in all, I’m so fortunate to be living with cancer and get to see and enjoy another winter.

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Cynde Christie's avatar

Living in the high desert of New Mexico, in the land of aspens and pinions our winter often brings snow. The snow makes all the skiers happy, but also gives us roads that can be icy and dangerous to drive, especially where I live in the country where the road salting trucks don’t generally clear. As a former California beach girl, snow was a real treat when we first moved here 15 years ago. It has lost some of its appeal as far as navigating, but the beauty never escapes me. I have a fireplace in my bedroom and I love to light a fire, open my drapes, crawl under my triple stuff comforter and read a book while glancing out my window at the falling flakes. The sense of peace this activity brings me is profound. All of the unhappiness and conflict in our country is suspended in time as the snow creates an illusion of being in a cocoon where nothing bad can reach us.

I loved the poem, thank you for reminding me of the beautiful serenity a snowy landscape brings with each new flake, be they the little popcorn variety or the big fat flakes, which are my favorite. I look forward to the next snowfall and the glorious quiet it brings to our collective troubled souls.

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