Monday, December 05, 2005

Sound of new snow falling

A snow poem by Firehawk got me thinking about the sound snow makes when it's falling.

gold warmth floats through the
whitened window pane and lights
here on my cold cheek

I drink wet green leaves
to warm myself as snow lights
on leafless branches

these flakes float straight down
slowly settle together
no wind moves the tree

the sound they make is
a whisper, absence of noise,
the sound of muffled

the sound of leaf ghosts
the sound of unsung bird song
the sound of sleeping

Photo found at Cal Tech.


Blogger Dale said...

Oh! Nice.

12/05/2005 11:26 AM  
Blogger feminine expressions said...

oh, how i love that muffled sparkling crisp exhiliration...

a lovely capture of such a beautiful time (and in the middle of my first snow for this season...)

12/05/2005 1:03 PM  
Blogger Stranger Ken said...

You manage to catch the stillness of new snow perfectly and I especially enjoyed the last stanza, where you attempt the impossible by means of the imagery of absence and make it work. A lovely poem.

12/05/2005 1:20 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, Dale, glad you enjoyed it.

Feminine expressions, it made me smile to think of you reading this in the middle of your first snow of the season! Thanks.

Oh, yay, you're back, Ken! I appreciate your comment — it's true, I really was trying to attempt the impossible. It felt rather like taking a flying leap off a metaphorical roof and I wasn't sure it would all work, but I've learned to just follow... just follow and the path unfolds before me. Writing is a leap of faith. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

12/05/2005 2:32 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Hi Moose, an insomniac comment.
Writing is a leap of faith, but blogging or publishing the result is a bigger one. :-)

I am with Ken. Your imagery of absence is lovely.

12/05/2005 8:37 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

And a beautiful poem altogether I meant to add. I need to sleep!

12/05/2005 8:38 PM  
Blogger Gemma Grace said...

Yes! Your imagery of absence is lovely. I feel marvelled by how easily it invites me to **hear** the new fallen snow.

I was thinking earlier today of recording the background din of distant traffic so that I could, in turn, record (and contrast) the silence that follows a snow storm. I always love the gentle quiet of being snowed in.

12/05/2005 11:08 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

very nice!

12/06/2005 10:56 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Mary, lovely of you to stop by and comment — but I don't like to hear you've been insomniac, that's not good. Perhaps you'll be tired enough to sleep well tonight, as a result! :-) Thank you for your kind words.

Gemma Grace, what an interesting recording experiment that would be. I love that gentle quiet, also.

RDL, thank you, I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for visiting.

12/06/2005 2:19 PM  
Anonymous Sara said...

Pretty. I love those last two stanzas, esp. "the sound of muffled/the sound of leaf ghosts."

Also, thanks for the introduction to Firehawk. :)

12/08/2005 6:55 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thanks, Sara. The last two stanzas were where I really felt I was taking a leap. Never know, when I do that, if it's going to work. Glad it did for you!

Yes, good stuff over at Hawk Circle. Thanks, Firehawk.

12/08/2005 10:37 AM  
Anonymous Sara said...

Of course, when it comes to art, I always say "When in doubt, jump." It's art, after all, not a physical cliff. What do you have to lose? :)

Good for you for taking that leap. It made for a very nice landing.

12/09/2005 10:24 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sara, you are absolutely right of course. Why did it take me so long to begin to learn this? Thanks.

12/09/2005 11:05 AM  

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