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( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)
I do not know where these
four snow gnomes came from
They appeared overnight in my garden
Snow has been forecast,
yet not one flake has fallen
Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?
A cosmic April joke.
Cheeky, merry looking,
I half expect them to dance around my garden
Venturing out to touch them,
to confirm what my eyes see.
I could swear the first one laughed
As if my touch tickled
As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling
They were made of something alive
More than frozen water
Where could they have come from?
Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?
Somehow, I think not
There is magic in the air…
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape wearing a light dusting of snow. From the hill, where skeletal heather and brown grasses pierce the snow, a valley spreads out below, lit by the rays of a pale sun.
Light shining from a thousand different worlds
That our eyes cannot see while we stand
on hard snow frosted ground.
The heart says yes, they are there. One day soon,
lucky heather may give me a glimpse
Of the world hidden within the light
For now, I wonder at the beauty
The majesty of such a sight
that my eyes can see. As I go to walk away,
looking back at my empty footprints
Could someone be following me?
I see the light shift, as though blown by the wind
A dancing curtain of light, teasing my mind
Strange images, stranger sounds
Haunt my journey home…
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I remember the thick blanket of snow
When I was eight years old
I found a stray dog on my way home from school
I carried him home, thinking my mother
would let me keep him
I sat him on the doorstep,
rushed to tell her of the little friend I had found
Her answer was no, but she did however,
let me take a bowl of lentil soup for him
Surprised to see him still there
I say in the cold wishing I was an adult
Then he would be inside with me in the warm
It broke my heart to finally shut the front door on him
And I never did see him again…
We could take this warning with a pinch of salt… or make sure we have enough food and essentials, just in case… I remember last time…
A blanket of snow is expected to fall this week as Britons shiver on through a deep chill.
A band of rain is due to push east across England on Tuesday evening, bringing widespread snow to the south of the country overnight.
Around 1cm to 3cm of the white stuff is expected to accumulate “quite widely”, the Met Office said, with the possibility of 5cm to 10cm falling on higher ground.
A yellow warning is in place for the south of England, East Midlands and West Midlands from 9pm on Tuesday to midday on Wednesday.
Depending on your point of view, this is one hell of a way to start the week!
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I remember Christmas with deep snow
Yellow streetlights glowing
Changing the way the world looked
You walk with remembering
Breaking through snow as if you know where to go
Each step crunching like rice pops
Beware of walking too close to trees
They like to dump their heavy load as you pass
Like mischievous children throwing snowballs
I remember nights with the full moon
Stars too many to count
I look down from my window and wonder
Did God make extra stars to fall with the snow?
That shines, sparkle, brighter than those above
Late night snow, reflecting heaven
Earlier footprints filled in as if some
Unseen hand had swept the carpet clean
As my mum does before we go to bed
I love this memory…
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Winter marches to her own beat
Sings her own special song
Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons
There is the anticipation of snow
Will Christmas be white?
Not all will be praying for a world in white
With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs
Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind
They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass
Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow
It is at times like these you can see
The whole universe in a raindrop
Hope falls with every snowflake
When it finally arrives
Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children
Outside before you can say no
They make a snowman and Christmas
Angels lay their wings down
Late that night, with snow still falling
The snow angels will have taken flight…