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I woke on Saturday morning to the easy fall of snowflakes.  A good day to write Christmas cards.  Amazing how a frail curtain of flakes can create a personal, comforting space.



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December 8, 2014 at 7:44 am

eight days – snow storm

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During my eight days in Ontario, we had a snow storm whose memorable characteristic was the size of its snowflakes.  They were the biggest I’ve ever seen, as big as large marshmallows.   Every fluffy snowball must have been the composite of a dozen individual snowflakes.   After the storm, the trees were coated with white.  The cedar were particularly beautiful, with their evergreen leaves each hanging beneath a personal burden of snow.



deep snow


snowed all day, sealed us in

knee-deep, snowflakes

the size of mittens, wrists

of cedar hang

weight of snow, on backs of hands

boughs of fir, three-thumbed

and frosted, fists on fence posts

impressions of boot

in the hollow of leg-prints, fingernails play

the wind chime, brief

reminder of summer, signals

in-coming cold



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Written by jane tims

January 27, 2012 at 7:27 am

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