We finally got enough snow to blanket us in glorious white. 10 inches in the last two days. Today is sunny, cold and blustery. What a great day to enjoy the beauty and umph of nature. Oh, almost forgot. There was a “snowbow” after sunrise this morning. It can’t be a rainbow, because it is not raining, so it must be a snowbow. Enjoy the poem!
Glorious Winter Day
The day dawned with a snowbow,
spectrum colors shooting up from the white horizon.
The night’s wind scored the sheets of snow
into crusty novels.
Now swirls of gusty dervishes
lit by the sun
like a real-life snow globe,
like handfuls of glitter
being tossed by some unseen hand.
with their caps pulled down low,
snack between bursts
swinging on the suet
gathering calories to stay warm.
The Downy woodpecker enters
in her choppy flight.
She pins her tail against the feeder
riding out the waves
like a striped sailor.
fat with their own snow drifts
add artistry to the land.
Their companions Maples
outlined in white
resist the wind
harboring the hunkered down deer
for deer do not venture out
in the high sun
and wind with its confusing scents.
They had anticipated the storm
like grocery shoppers before the Superbowl.
The Harry woodpecker has come.
His bulk is steadier on the suet,
his powerful thrust pierces deeper into the fat.
Yet the gusts chase him away
to wait in the steadfast trees
until a shiver of hunger
to make a dash for the food again.
A creature of nature,
I cannot miss this glory.
I step outside
to feel what the Chickadees feel,
the exhilarating slap of nature,
sun mixed with snow
sweeping my spirits as high as the snowbow.