“The first fall of snow is not
only an event ~ it's a magical event! You go to bed in one kind of a world and
wake up in another quite different...and if this is not 'enchantment' , where
is it to be found?”
~ J. B. Priestly ~
I'm a delicate
little snowflake
who over the
long...frigid Canadian winter,
many humans abused
my presence.
And to you I
address my message:
You drive too fast
with no regard,
smashed your cars
or slid in the ditch.
You cursed me
'cause you had to shovel
and accused me for
your windshield ice.
My advice:
When it snows, you
have two choices
shovel or make
snow angels!
But if you
understand my creation
you may agree with
someone who said,
“To appreciate the
beauty of a snowflake,
it is necessary to
stand out in the cold.”
When an extremely
cold water droplet freezes,
I begin to form on
a pollen or particle of dust
to become an ice
crystal in the sky so high.
As I now fall
toward ground, water vapour freezes
onto my primary
crystal...building new ones
becoming the six
arms of my merging snowflake.
Under a
microscope, each of us is...
a lacy white
6-sided crystal (a myriad of different shapes).
Super beauty, I've
become ~ created by Mother Nature.
And now, you may
ask, “How do I become Snow?”
When temperatures
are low and there is moisture,
tiny icy
crystals in the atmosphere form.
When these tiny
ice crystals collide,
they stick
together in 'clouds'
to become the
snowflakes you see floating down.
If enough crystals
stick together,
they'll become
heavy enough to fall to the ground.
I'm Falling,
Falling, Falling...
Softly falling,
blanketing the countryside
like an
'eider-down' on the cold barren earth.
With wind and
multiple flakes, a brutal blizzard ensues...
turning a 'dreamy
winter wonderland'
into a nightmare for
humans and cities.
Civilizations, our
strength can virtually shut down!
As a snowflake,
I'll become white stuff
from beautiful
white powder to roadside brownish slush.
If you tary with
me, I'll show you many benefits.
You'll praise my
attributes in lieu of steady complaints.
I bring you snow
at Christmas (if Mother Nature permits)
lading evergreen
branches so lovely.
Children make
snowballs they joyfully toss;
Dads can help
build snow-forts in which to play.
To nearby hills, take the sled or toboggan
and slide to the
bottom with laughterous glee.
After your work
week of days and hours,
catch the fresh
air to downhill ski
or don your
snowshoes to trail quiet forests.
Maybe with family
you'll have a sleigh ride
pulled by black
horses with bells on harness.
Some people have
become ingenious
(like the Eskimos
or Inuits e'en today)
to build an 'ice
house' like Rory and Jean
in their backyard
on Hamilton Mountain.
Thanks, Mother Nature and Father Winter,
it's 20 feet long
and 12 feet wide...
complete with snow
shelves, benches, tables and chairs.
For Jean's
birthday on February 16,
Rory and
neighbours (about 20 or more)
celebrated with
music, lights... and of course, cold beer!
After numerous
hours of scooping and carving,
says he, “It's the
beauty of the snow...
it's great
building material...
it insulates...and
it's very soundproof!”
Just remember,
Dear Humans:
Snow's an
important ingredient
for the Olympics
and Canada's
Winter Games.
I’m honoured by
novelists and poets ~
Here are a few
cudos they have writ:
Mehmet Murat
ildan: Snowing is an attempt of God to make the
dirty world clean.
Nikki Giovannia: I
love you because no two snowflakes are
alike ~ you are unique.
Aberjhani: In your
hands, winter is a book with cloud pages…that snow “pearls of love.”
Mary Oliver: Snow was falling so much like stars filling
the dark trees
that one could easily imagine its reason for being…was nothing more
than prettiness.
William Hamilton Gibson: Silent like thoughts that come
and go, snowflakes fall, each a gem.
Edmund Hillary: Despite all I have seen and experienced, I
still get the same simple thrill, glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high
mountain gully…and feel the same urge to climb toward it.
Vista M. Kelly: Snowflakes are one of Nature’s
most fragile things: just look what they
can do when they stick together.
Jared Kintz: We
should model the English language after the Inuits who have 52 words for snow.
William Sharp: There is nothing in the world more beautiful
than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is still ecstasy of nature, wherein
every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of
twig…is clad with radiance.
Lama Willa
Miller: The snow is sparkling like a million little suns.
Snowflakes are
Kisses from Heaven. (Unknown Author)
Neither 'flake'
nor 'fluke' am I ~
I'm a
crystal-wrapped Gift from Nature.
Created by Merle
Baird-Kerr…March 12, 2015
To comment, email…inezkate@gmail.com or mbairdkerr@cogeco.ca
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