When I went into the blizzard sweeping the East Coast the second day of Spring, I was surprised to find so many people hanging out or happily at work on all sorts of creations…
…including a rough, beautiful snow fort…
By rolling a rectangle of snow over and over on itself, the builders created squarish bundles of snow with the echoes of a spiral in the interior…
…they were the “blocks” for the fort…
…one made, and put in place, after another…
I remember spending hours building forts and igloos. Once they were finished, they were incredibly restful to hang out in (snow is quiet, and keeps you warm)…
As I wandered through the field, I saw many snow people…some big, built by that snow-rolling method that incorporates some earth… branches turned to expressions of JOY…
…some were tiny, like this snow lady…
…Some seemed to be made in relation to another…
The best: seeing a man intently working on his massive snow sculpture…
People seemed so content in the snow today, as though all cares were gone.
Though it was most likely the last snow of the long winter, it reminded me of Mary Oliver’s poem First Snow…
this morning and all day
continued, its white
calling us back to why, how,
whence, such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
and the heavens still hold
a million candles; nowhere
the familiar things:
the stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain–not a single
answer has been found–
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
5 replies on “Snow Day: ‘Why, How, Whence Such Beauty and What the Meaning’ (Mary Oliver)”
i almost wrote ‘Song’.
It’s sö nice,
being able to live Life,
seasoned with the words of Poems.
,…and such great photos.
Lovely post. You made my morning.
Snow, one of the great unifiers. Beauty does that.
Oh, Sally! What a wonderful, wondrous, beautiful post!
Of course, it immediately brought to mind my son Marco’s snow man that you wrote about… 8 lightning-fast years ago, here: https://improvisedlife.com/2010/03/02/snow-being/
This made my morning!
Such a lovely post. This all seems so exotic to me in Los Angeles!
Was that great Marco-made snow man 8 years ago???? Yikes!
Snow is also evidence of time flying and transience. The next day, all those creations were just about gone…
I’m glad we caught ’em.