“Softly, genly in the secret night,
Down from the North came the quiet white.
Drifting, sifting, silent flight,
Softly, gently in the secret night.
White snow, bright snow, smooth and deep.
Light snow, night snow, quiet as sleep.
Down, down, without a sound;
Down, down, to the frozen ground.
Covering roads and hiding fences,
Sifting in cracks, and filling up trenches.
Millions of snowflakes, tiny and light,
Softly, gently, in the secret night.”
(by Alvin, Tresselt, excerpted from “White Snow, Bright Snow”)
Yep, that’s what we were going for, silently falling flakes of wonder… breaking out the shaving cream, whipping off shirts and headed out to create a winter wonderland despite temps in the upper 70s.
Hmmm, okay well maybe we didn’t quite get “quiet as sleep” or “frozen ground” and it would have taken far more cans for “hiding fences.” No, there will be no sledding or building of snowmen,
but we sure had fun.
Spreading it all over the yard,
Smearing and drawing in it; rolling and sliding through it.
As an added bonus, our skin is smooth and minty fresh now too.
Ya don’t get that from real snow, now do ya?