We had snow again last night! There must be at least 3 feet on the ground by now, and it’s gorgeous.
The appearance of everything has changed, even since the last storm.
After one more storm, picnic tables and mailboxes will have disappeared.
Bushes and posts already covered now have dunce caps with rounded tops.
There are wonderfully deep snowdrifts in my backyard. Kitchen doors have snow all the way up to the windows.
Piles made by snow plows are as tall as I am. In large parking lots, no one can see over them.
As globs of snow fall from the trees, the wind makes white fog, too.
I had never noticed the eaves of a building with ornamental patterns. Snow covers the patterns, making its own.
The snow sits atop branching limbs of trees, piling up in the crooks. I gaze in wonder. Some trees seem so unusually and randomly shaped. The first one I notice is a white birch.
Many houses have snow up to the ground floor windows. Their front steps are completely covered. Snow has begun to pile up on the porches.
A student tosses snowballs at a street sign. He misses twice. We both laugh. It doesn’t matter.
Shadows cast by telephone wires appear on the snow’s smooth surface in wide parallel lines.
A canopy is partially covered by ellipses of varying heights, making a diagonal across the bottom.
Solid walls of icicles hang from rooves.
Small pine trees, trunks visible, look like toadstools.
A trash can sits on the sidewalk with snow sinking into its center.
The Connecticut River has snowy places on top of the ice.
Bushes, their branches hanging near the ground, now have hidden tendrils under the snow.
It’s afternoon now. Trees, out in the open, are made free of snow by the wind. They seem to be planted in snow, oblivious.
Names have disappeared on signs in front of businesses.
A handrail peeks out above a pile made by a snow plow, still useable for now.
Posts erected between the street and a parking lot, tops barely showing, have caps on top.
A black metal silhouette of Emily Dickinson is seated on a large rock. Yesterday she had snow past her waist. Now it’s up to her shoulders. She looks a little cold!
I’ve been waiting for it to snow like this for a long time. Please don’t be tired of it yet. Can’t we wait a while?