Yesterday here in Seattle it began snowing. Actually started off as a hail/rain mix, but then the flakes started to form, dancing their way to the ground, transforming the ordinary into a magical world. I love the snow! I grew up in Southern California so for me, snow is just the most beautiful thing. I thought I would take this opportunity to share a few pictures with you and a poem by one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver. This first picture of our pond in the front yard was taken by my husband Brian. Isn’t it a fabulous photograph?! Here are a few of my small offerings:
Here’s Mary Oliver’s poem for your enjoyment. Hope you are enjoying the snow!
Snow Geese by Mary Oliver
Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. One fall day i heard above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was a flock of snow geese, winging it faster than the ones we usually see, and, being the color of snow, catching the sun so they were, in part at least, golden. I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us as with a match, which is lit, and bright, but does not hurt in the common way, but delightfully, as if delight were the most serious thing you ever felt. The geese flew on, I have never seen them again. Maybe I will, someday, somewhere. Maybe I won’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that, when I saw them, I saw them as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.