Snow came down and down
Snow, sleet, ice, freezing rain, too
Enough is enough
Snowbound Haiku
Tag: Snow
The Full and the Hollow
This poem by Sylvia (Mattingly, my niece) really touched a chord with me. During the past twelve months of pandemic many days have felt sorrowful, burdensome and hollow. I’m so grateful though, that there are days that which are full, full of love, caring, helping. Both kinds of days make up our lives for which we should be thankful. I hope your day if full of brightness and joy.
the full and the hollow
sometimes life leaves you hollow
and in that hollow,
sorrows fall and settle
like snow…
burdensome
as they deepen…
blowing and drifting
in empty silence
across the icy landscape
of a saddened heart
but…
sometimes life leaves you full
and in that fullness,
joys rise and radiate
like sunshine
carefree
as they uplift…
waltzing and fluttering
to notes of music
across the melodic dance floor
of a happy heart
and so…
these opposing forces
abide in us…
completing us…
the yin and the yang…
the full and the hollow
Sylvia L.Mattingly, February 5, 2021
Photo by Pixabay
Snow
How do you feel about snow?
I love it! I especially like the fluffy kind that makes good snowballs and snow people. It has been a long time since I really enjoyed a good snowball fight, but I remember the fun when the snow packs nicely together in a ball that has the ability to frighten and sting just a little.
1960s
One of my favorite home movies (remember those 35 mm cameras with the bright blinding light for indoor shots?) from the sixties is of an igloo built by my daughters, Raymond, and his two nieces. It was big enough for all four girls, Linda, Della, Dianne, and Allison to get inside. Winter back in those days always seemed to provide many days of that perfect snow for sledding, building forts and huge snowmen.
1980s
Once in the eighties when we were living in the country, we scandalized the neighborhood by building a very large and well-endowed snow woman at the end of our drive. She wore a halter and hat as I recall . . . but surely there was more attire. Why can I never find the photos from all those years ago? It isn’t like I don’t have them well organized in big binders stored all over the house. I can find photos among the 2,500 on my phone more easily.
Today
Although it was over seventy degrees here in KY two days ago, today we received a snow composed of the biggest flakes I’ve ever seen. While I want to say some of the flakes were as big as saucers they were not. Some were indeed as large as the rim of coffee cups, however!
If you live in Chicago and certain areas in the Northeast U.S., I’m sure this subject is not appealing. I get it. I was hoping for an early spring here even though we’ve had a very easy winter, but there is something so mesmerizing about the falling snow that I had to take photos and sit watching it fall for an hour or so.
Wherever you are I hope that your day is enjoyable whether here or on some other continent.
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 