This is a piece of Flash Fiction for our church magazine, in response to the theme of Snow.
THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT SNOW
by John Yeo
I see flurries of silent snowflakes
falling, drifting, settling,
A winter wonderland is created.
The snow hangs thickly
on the branches of bushes and trees.
Bending, almost breaking
beneath the weight.
Garden birds search hungrily
for hidden food under the icy blanket.
Snow covers and hides all.
Water is frozen, solid and hidden,
beneath the thick snowy blanket.
Thirsty birds and animals
lick snowflakes for moisture.
A snowflake is a thing of beauty
ice crystals that shine
with geometric splendour.
Children wrap warmly in scarves and gloves
to welcome the snow with joy.
Skating and sledging, to and fro
With whoops of sheer delight.
A snowman is built by children of all ages,
Mum and Dad and old Uncle Tom.
A carrot for a nose and an old battered hat
with a scarf around the neck.
In the snowy wastes, travel
over the glassy smooth surface is fast,
furious and exhilarating.
Visibility in a snowstorm is impaired,
the snow falling thickly, too dense to penetrate.
Snow blindness can result from the glare.
Housebound by thick snowy drifts
the old folk are trapped indoors,
many look out desperately for help.
Sleigh bells ring jubilantly as horses arrive
with a sledge,
laden with food and warm clothing.
Falling flakes add wonder to
the miracle of dazzling white snow.
A thick white carpet brings clean,
fresh magic everywhere.
Life is harsh as plants push through
the snowy white blanket.
When the snow stops falling
sunlight begins the thaw.
The world becomes a sea of slush
as the snow melts swiftly away.
Leaving behind a muddy, watery, dirty
sea of sludge.
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