Snow came early this winter as was predicted, and it keeps falling almost everyday, adding new layers of snows that blanket the ground. Watching the falling snowflakes always gives me a sense of bliss and serenity that somehow metaphorically transforms the gloom to sunshine.
Snowy days remind me of the first simple poem that I wrote about snow after my first experience to see and observe the snow.
To Catch a Snowflake
Floating, swirling, in sync with the wind,
Delicate snowflakes are descending,
Veiling the land with glorious whiteness,
A shower of beauty that is a blessing.
Childhood dreams that have been long buried
In the vast ocean of my memory:
To walk and play in winter wonderland,
Have come alive in such a flurry.
To watch the snowfall by the window,
To catch the snowflakes in my hand,
To walk and bathe in lacy showers,
Can whisk my soul to ecstasy-land.
(27 December 2009)