Snow

There is something mesmerising about snow. A snowy landscape distracts us momentarily from our worries, stresses and concerns for the day. It causes us to take notice, look around and feel a sense of appreciation for the natural beauty, perhaps even appealing to our higher emotions. Concrete, litter and graffiti is whitewashed into a magical wonderland. The sudden change in our environment lifts us into the present moment and captures our awareness, waking us from sleep. I have always liked 'Roger McGough's' poetry. One poem that comes to mind is...

The Time I Like Best

The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
fast, fast asleep.

Roger McGough

I wrote the following poem on the 2nd Dec when most of the UK was covered in snow...

Snowscape

The snow is here
It blankets the landscape
A thick veil disguising the ugliness
Powder soft and ethereal
It won't stay perfect for long
Reality finds a way of permeating it's innocence
Life treads into it's softness
Stomping uncaringly
Making tracks
Its magic tarnished and lost
But never forgotten
My insecurities and fears are
Momentarily gone
Hidden under the snow