World a Glisten

Although I’m not a fan of the many months of cold weather, I willingly enter the season with a sense of awe.There is nothing quite as beautiful as watching the world outside begin to swirl white with snow for the first time each winter.

Last night the world was a glisten with this wonder of nature.

How about a celebration!

Let’s read Mary Oliver’s poem, “The First Snow”. Read it several times but don’t try to understand each and every word. Let the poem swirl around you. Take it in with a sense of wonder.

The First Snow

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
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.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
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
creek bed lies
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.
~Mary Oliver~

Sometimes the answers come from unexpected places.

Take the time to notice when the world is all a glisten.