Thursday, December 16, 2010

Snowfall in the night

Gentle snowfall in the quiet of night
Cocoons a world in a stillness of white
A traveler departs
A universe untouched
But for the white sound of blackness on light

Nobel Ang, 7 p.m. CST, December 15th 2010


  1. I miss the sound of snow. I always knew when it had snowed right from the moment I woke up. Now I listen to fog. It's not the same.

  2. I have the opposite experience from you. I grew up in the tropics, and never saw snow till I was in my teens (even then, that was on a vacation). I probably saw and experienced more snow in the last couple of years than I did in my entire life before that. That was when I realized how deathly quiet a snow-scape can be; so quiet that one can actually hear the snow fall. It also made me realize how much I take for granted the background sound of birds chirping and insects calling, and the background smell of flowers blooming and grass growing.

  3. We had snow yesterday, as well, in Lakewood, NJ. It's very pretty to see the ground covered with it; but being a native San Franciscan, I would take fog any day over snow. I have never been this cold! Snow gets some good press - the poem is lovely and makes snow seem wonderful and mysterious.

  4. Yes, Cathrine, snow does get some very good press. Actually, I think the snow that gets good press is the dry, powdery kind; wet snow/sleet is no fun!