Two for Tuesday: Snow

Rudolf Koppitz In Weiner Wald 1910
“Im Wiernerwald” (c1910)
by Rudolf Koppitz


“For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” ~ Wallace Stevens, from “The Snow Man”

Tuesday afternoon. Clear and cold, 31 degrees.

We were hit with snow, sleet, and freezing rain yesterday and into the night, so of course the whole area is shut down. It’s quiet, though. Funny how you don’t notice the quiet until it’s there.

I always love waking up after snow because there is a blue light hovering outside the windows and a dampening of all of the grating sounds of cars and trucks and noise in general. But I was reminded of my father last night as Corey was complaining of being cold: My father, who hated winter, hated snow, hated the cold . . . my father who would rather stay on a ship thousands of miles away for months at a time rather than be in a city blanketed with winter.


Valerius de Saedeleer, Sneeuwlandschap in Etikhove 1924
“Sneeuwlandschap in Etikhove” (1924)
by Valerius de Saedeleer

Too Much Snow

Unlike the Eskimos we only have one word for snow but we have a lot of modifiers for that word. There is too much snow, which, unlike rain, does not immediately run off. It falls and stays for months. Someone wished for this snow. Someone got a deal, five cents on the dollar, and spent the entire family fortune. It’s the simple solution, it covers everything. We are never satisfied with the arrangement of the snow so we spend hours moving the snow from one place to another. Too much snow. I box it up and send it to family and friends. I send a big box to my cousin in California. I send a small box to my mother. She writes “Don’t send so much. I’m all alone now. I’ll never be able to use so much.” To you I send a single snowflake, beautiful, complex and delicate; different from all the others.

~ Louis Jenkins


Graham Noble Norwell Landscape oil on board
Winter Landscape (oil on board)
by Graham Noble Norwell

Smelling the Snow

I’ve heard it said
there are those on such
close terms with night
they can smell the very light.

Not only does the moon,
they say, give off a scent
nothing like the sun’s,
but old moon smells

sweeter than slivered new.
Monks of old claimed sin
took the breath away, while
God was wild onion, lilac, pine.

I know a carpenter who
boasts he can sniff out a maple
in a woodlot of ash and oak.
A stalking cat knows

the unsinging sparrow
from the finch. This day
as it returns to Ohio, like
some feathery creature

seeking the very moon and tree
where it was born,
I can smell the snow,
which seems to me,

against the dark trees
moving in slow procession,
a few birds stark and silent,
an essence close to love.

But any old fool can smell love.

~ David Citino


Music by Joan as Police Woman, “To Survive”

3 thoughts on “Two for Tuesday: Snow

  1. Everyone seems to be looking for some reason to call this winter one of the worst, I guess even myself at times, even though I know that this is always the worst part of the season. Regardless of all that though, it’s always good to have a comfortable place to go. Thanks for providing such a place…

  2. This first picture is what it reminds me of today… looking into the woods… We had ice… It looks like snow, though.

    Plenty of pickup trucks going past the house, because, you know, it’s manly to go out and drive around on the ice… (Better them than me…) So, it’s not that quiet here. The heat is working. It may be mostly the heat strips, but it holds it at what we’ve got it set at. That doesn’t stop us for wishing we had a nice set of gas logs or a roaring fire to warm our bones… Heat pumps just don’t work grand for below freezing weather… although we are just above at the moment.

    My pressed wood bookcases are about as old as the boys are now. And, they’d be fine… If I didn’t have two rows of books on some of them… I really need to go through them and cull my collection down… Maybe then I could find those Virginia Woolf books.

    Don’t know if we will have snow tomorrow or not… Please let this be the final blast of winter before we get the early spring that groundhog in Raleigh promised us…

    I hope you have a pleasant evening and find a good book to disappear into… We are making enchiladas for dinner. I’m hoping to finish up The Gifts of the Jewsby Thomas Cahill tonight or tomorrow…

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