The breaking dawn is vast, but infinitely slow
A golden glow out east; but still dark out west...
The landscape is grey despite the snow
But soon day will come to give night a rest!
Snow fell relentlessly the whole night thru
Until there’s more than a foot on the ground;
Snowdrifts made mountains, as the wind blew
And not one blade of grass could be found!!
As the morning sun rose above the skyline
Snow from the tree branches slowly melted
Icy droplets fell, glistening in the sunshine,
And snowbanks shimmered like velvet!
Virgin, never-trodden snow, pure and white;
A fresh, brand-new beginning, a clean slate
No footfalls nor trails, no sign of blight
The pristine, immaculate canvas we await!
A cold, but lovely winter day; a wonderland
Before us! The air crisp and invigorating!
Beneath our feet, whiter than whitest sand...
The scenery beckons; the spectacle, inviting
Up the tall hill, just short of the tree line
The snow appears eager for toboggan trails,
And screams and laughter that sound divine...
Moments that become legendary winter tales!
But as we trek up the hill, warmly dressed
We chance to look back at the trail we made
Forlorn at the sight, our sadness express’d
The snow’s pure no more! Innocence betrayed!
© Vic A Evora...
My recollections from one winter morning during the blizzard of 1979... so long ago..