Blanketed.
Uncurtained the sight to my wakening eyes
shows outside much lighter today.
Blanketed in shimmering cloak of whitest
grace the countryside
silently gloats over sequinned attack
during the night.
Massed layers of glittering curves
trace nets of laced snowflakes
across leafless limbs, shrubs bend
under cold of white wizardry.
So rarely does this part of Cornwall
get icy wintered like this
chilly-bleached scene that cameras
snap folk fingering glisten before
salt-laden warm air lifts
any chill as Ol' Sol melts local awe.
.
Wonderland white covers gardens
and fields for a mere
part of morning causing more
than children or dogs
to feel need for rushing outdoors
to touch, roll in or just stop
and make some snowy-stuff balls.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2023 05:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A l;ittle quick scribble after opening on snow in this southern west area of Cornwall today - -- do hope you enjoy.
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It is absolutely no good attempting to convince me that snow is wonderful - even though you do it so well Fay - full marks for effort there..🙂 It's ages since I've experienced the stuff, but no length of time can assuage the memory of a struggle to fix chains on four car wheels with numb freezing hands...
Oooooh - Yes Dave I know there sure is a tough side to coping with up-country snowbound roads etc - but down in the south-west it has been almost unknown to get ice or snow so we localshave never grown up I guess. Give me the glimpse of a wonderous snowfall and I'm out there building snowmen fast as I can with glee. Thanks though so much for your visit and read of my take on the white stuff.
Thanks for your understanding, Fay, but it isn't a case of never growing up (though there's nothing wrong with that he, in a similar state, says defensively). It is a state of being perfectly adapted to your own environment , and youm be a Cornish woman through and through, I reckon....
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Oh wow! We are dropping below zero in a few more days and still no sign of snow. It's rained icicles but still no snowflakes.... perhaps soon!
Ah - - hope you get a flake or two of the white stuff and strange that the snow seemed so local too and in truth did not stay for more than one day,.
Where? We say in our area! We had sharp frost which looks like snow, but not one flake of snow as yet - if I don't speak too soon!
Hope you enjoy it if it comes your way then dear Orchi.
Thanks Fay. Erm, I won't, unfortunately. Actual snow can be OK, but then dangers of ice and slipping up, etc.
Your picture speaks volumes, as does your words. To love it while it lasts is a gift fleeting, but wonderful. Here in my part of the U.S. we have unseasonably warm weather, I've seen a tree budding, where is my snow? Thank you for the joy in your poem, it makes me feel happy to know that you are enjoying it so.
Yes dear Bella - our planet gives us a mixture of weather and hope you get your dose of white flakes for you soon - - Thank you for sharing my bit of excitement when snow came our way though for a only while.
my word, I know I've said it before, but you are indeed the mistress of this game of ours Fay .. x
not even a single flake here & I'm only a county or two away .. x
Ah - -am happy to know a mistress am I who plays games - - who with though depends on who likes watching snowfall and loves making balls !!!! bless ya for such a welcome comment amigo and cos you have none am blowing a flake or two your way - so here goes - - whooeee ..........x
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