In Which I Marvel at the Beauty of Snow

Snow….
I knew it would return. And boy, did it ever.
Cancelled school, traffic delays, general insanity. And such incredible beauty.

I finally saw it.
Long have I loved Frost’s poem, “Birches;” and I’ve often imagined the scenes he describes. And today I saw it. It was snow instead of ice, but today, for the first time ever, I saw trees that truly looked

“Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.”

And it was magical.

It was the kind of snow that causes pine branches to snap beneath the weight of white; the kind that makes trees look like debutantes at a ball–curtseyed low with heaps of white crinoline spread before them; the kind that makes me want to beg the light to linger just a little longer so I can watch it dance through the snow-encrusted limbs of wintered trees; the kind of snow that Robert Frost would write poetry about…

Exquisite.
Unfortunately, this was the only picture I was able to snap before my battery died, and it does no justice to the breathtaking beauty of the world that was today.