Second Snow

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

It wasn’t the first snow of

the season, the second, but

it called for at least as much

reverence, for all the attention

one could give to it.

It started in the night,
greeted the morning, and wanted

the day as its own, and took

it in silence and prettiness. The dark
tree skeletons held it up, turning

themselves into many-winged

angels, revealing their true nature

to those who can utter something

more whimsical and deeply honest

than, “It is snowing!”

On days like this, I want to find my

way back to all the snows I’ve seen,

and all the people who were there
too. There are conversations that

never happened under that thick

white blanket, but there was
laughter too, and that unique familiarity

that snow brings, much the way that the
moon brings familiarity, and the darkness,

and the sun and stars, though somehow we humans

still remain lonely. Often. I want to gift questions

about loneliness into the world; how we came

to abandon the good company of magic and

retreated into the world of rationalized noise. But,

not now. Now, I want to let myself be claimed

by the beauty of the snow – the second snow – because

I’ve already found the answer.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion

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