Thursday, February 3, 2022

We had snow...

 All the weather stations reported the big nor'easter that came up the coast last weekend, so I'm sure you heard about it. We got a little snow and wind, but the main storm missed us.  Can't complain. However, even a little snow can change the landscape, as well as one's outlook, and we enjoyed our time outside shoveling and bantering with neighbors. Seems our neighbors become extra neighborly when it comes to snow. One guy got a new snowblower, so he took care of a lot of us. Wonderful! And the wind left this portrait in our yard:

I love this beautiful snow poem by Longfellow:


 - 1807-1882
Out of the bosom of the Air,
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
    Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
      Silent, and soft, and slow
      Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
    Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
      The troubled sky reveals
      The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
    Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
    Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
      Now whispered and revealed
      To wood and field.

Of course I can't compete with Longfellow, but his poem connects snow with grief. On a lighter note, this photo of my grandson begged for a poem...

In cold wet snow
My dad and I
Rolled and packed
This little snow guy

Stuck eyes and arms
And stump nose in
His Christmas tree hair
Still makes me grin

© Karen Eastlund

Wherever you are, in snow or not, I wish you a week full of grins. 

Image by Linda Mitchell

As usual, it's Poetry Friday. Thanks to Elisabeth for hosting, join the gathering here.  


  1. Happy Snow Day! Love the picture of your grandson. He looks so proud of his snow guy. And Christmas tree hair...priceless!

  2. Yay for 'neighbors becoming extra neighborly' with the arrival of snow, Karen. Thank you for the snowy grins - "Christmas tree hair" - love it!

  3. Love the pic of your grandson and the snow guy! Thanks for sharing Longfellow's poem; I love "out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken." The big storm missed us too (also not complaining). :)

  4. Love both of your snow guys! So creative. And the poem will live on with the picture. The Longfellow poem is new to me. Love these lines:
    "Silent, and soft, and slow
    Descends the snow."
    There is a peace that attends the snow.

  5. Yes, snow never equals grief for me, yet I am not knee deep in shoveling either! I prefer the grins of both snowman and snow grandson :). Thank you!

  6. The Longfellow poem is so beautiful, Karen. And the poem you wrote with that darling picture of your grandson is the sweetest and so much fun, like snow play! We got a lot of snow but your own snow pic sculpture is lovely. We had little wind this time. I know about those neighbors too, visiting & scooping! Keep cozy this weekend.

  7. Thanks for both snow poems. I love
    "This is the poem of the air,
    Slowly in silent syllables recorded;"

    and your "Christmas tree hair" is priceless!

  8. Longfellow's poem: Lines like this: "Even as the troubled heart doth make
    In the white countenance confession," give simple snow so much meaning. It's a sad poem. And in contrast, it was sweet to see your little boy and your poem.

  9. I love that Christmas tree hair! Glad to hear you've been able to enjoy the snow from inside and out - thanks for being part of the Poetry Friday party this week.