Hello friends! It’s winter here in the northern hemisphere, and in Texas we rarely, if ever, get snow. A couple weekends ago, we had the good fortune of seeing a couple hours of snow, even though it didn’t stick.
One of my favorite musicians, Loreena McKennitt, does a musical version of this poem, and it’s lovely. The poem itself makes me wish I live somewhere with snow, even though I despise the cold. It’s about a walk in snowy woods, and the simplicity is something I would love to have in my own life.
Snow by Archibald Lampman
White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.
The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.
Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer’s sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far a-field;
Then all is silent, and the snow
Falls, settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens, and the grayArchibald Lampman
Folds closer earth and sky;
The world seems shrouded far away;
Its noises sleep, and I,
As secret as yon buried stream,
Plod dumbly on, and dream.
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