Like Nothing Else
By Adrienne Clark
Nov. 22, 2010
1st real snow of the year.All-permeating light,
That peachy glow
All night.
Ground to cloud and down again,
A soft, pink sandwich.
With a pinch of nature
No human artisan can create,
Melts in your mouth.
That smell—
Faint smoke plus cold plus
Something impossible to name,
Yet your nose knows it
Hours away.
The sound—
“creak, crunch, creak,”
Light flakes compact beneath your feet
Make your marks on this newborn world,
However transitory they may be.
The lack of sound—
The only noise the closest voices
And a car one block down.
Nothing beyond,
Save a down comforter muffler
Around your personal world.
Crystals sting your eyes,
Fluffy angels align with your tongue,
You spin around,Face lifted and arms open to the pouring sky.
This magical miracle unique in all the world,
Enfolding our world,
Clothing our world

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