Snow

Yesterday was our first snowstorm of the season. Here are two paintings from a past winter. Both were inspired by the woods around our house.

A few lines of a “snow” poem are rattling around in my head. It is Lisel Mueller’s poem called, “Not Only The Eskimos”. Here is the beginning part of this lengthy poem:

“We have only one noun
but as many different kinds:

the grainy snow of the Puritans
and snow of soft, fat flakes,

guerrilla snow, which comes in the night
and changes the world by morning,

rabbinical snow, a permanent skullcap
on the highest mountains,

snow that blows in like the Lone Ranger,
riding hard from out of the West,

surreal snow in the Dakotas,
when you can't find your house, your street,
though you are not in a dream
or a science-fiction movie,….”