I've lost my memory of my first snow--

“December is a bewitching month.

The grey of cold teases

to explode into something worthwhile,

into a dream of cold,

a starlight shower you can taste,

a cold that does not chill.

 

I've lost my memory

of my first snow--

did I gasp at a field of white?

Or scream at the freeze

untill my cheeks reddened?

 

The crunch underfoot is satisfying

and the thrill of virgin snow

near leaves.”

― Joseph Coelho, A Year of Nature Poems

 

Taken somewhere at

Echo Ridge

Done