On the first day of winter,â€¨ the earth awakens
to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse
except â€¨this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back
into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
on nothing less than deference.
Waiting all its life, snow says, Let me cover you.
– Laura Lush
4 thoughts on “In The Night I Dreamed of Snow”
Yes, please, cover me with snow!
Oh that is so lovely~thank you for sharing such a sweet simple poem. I do miss the snow. Where has it gone? I know it used to snow here…and alot at times, and regularly. Now it seems a rare occurence with our winter weather leaning more toward “wintry mixes” and ice storms. Snow….where are you, waiting all your life to cover us?