Spring Snow


The falling snow threatens to unhinge me.   I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might, or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go.

And now this.

The first dull light of dawn is breaking through the branches.  A heavy, wet snow falls.  Such happiness you think something so pure should bring.  Only the foolish  believe such a thing.  The naïve that seek solace in this cold.

And then there is the quiet. The silence.   As is if anyone could endure such stillness.  It comes to nestle among the fir and alder trees, to slowly smother the new green grasses.   Then a withered leaf drops from a branch, twists in the wind, and is taken aloft.  Vanishes into a flurry of white. Gone.  Disappears in a way that threatens to unhinge.

11 Comments Add yours

  1. Rachael Charmley says:

    A fabulous piece of writing.

    1. thanks very much and thanks for the reblog!

  2. Rachael Charmley says:

    Reblogged this on Changing Skin and other stories and commented:
    Fabulous writing.

  3. Reblogged this on giorgoskanakis42 and commented:

    1. thanks! and I really appreciate the reblog!

  4. Aunt Beulah says:

    I had to read this post slowly: dwelling on each bit of apt description, recognizing the emotions portrayed, spending long minutes on the final paragraph and the leaf’s journey. Thank you.

    1. I can’t thank you enough for taking time to read and comment.

  5. LaVagabonde says:

    It was a long, long winter for the US this year. I can feel the frustration in your words.

    1. yes it was a long winter and a rough spring. I’m hoping we’re turning the corner to summer. Thanks for reading!

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