The Beauty of Snow
By: Melissa Bee
Tags: Nature, Short Story, Poetry, Fiction, Photography

The Beauty of Snow

A story

Photography by author

There’s nothing quite like you, fresh fallen snow. The way you tumble out of the sky, quiet — a feathered slow. When the sun strikes your crystal radiance, you sharpen its shine. Your immaculate tiny white orbs attract the sun rays to reflect intense brightness — earth’s grounded moonlight.

You sparkle like an infinite forest of diamonds. You sleeve the branches of the trees and wedding dress them as they miss adorning leaves. You settle on the pine cones making them your own — adding a gorgeous twinkling overtone.

A layer of your dust transcends the ground into a dazzling unpaved road. For a while, the earth holds not a single footstep, an endless roam. There is a sheet of love, up to the tallest mountains glazed in your glow. You express infinite freedom in a spectacular sun-kissed show.

Watch as the darkness runs for cover when invaded by your scintillating presence, diminishing human worries in a neat instance. Your freeze-dried droplets remind me to stand still and admire your cold, airy thrill. Even when inside, you attract a gaze of amazement from a window sill, getting lost — until.

You are the wet lush that can rouse a wise imagination, sparking memories of simple and joyful days, a visual fixation. Untouched and innocent, you are the sky’s present. When unwrapping you, a sweet reminder, how you always listen.

Entranced children watch from the window as you gather with grace. Gliding with the wind, there is no hang on your embrace. You, a fairy tale, land as far as the magic, and altogether settle near — kissed eyelashes and smiles in you, snow. All of a sudden, not only surrounded by your light but now profoundly connected to your joy.

There is a heaviness to you; it reminds me that we don’t carry our weight alone. That feeling you give brings people together and makes their hearts lighter. There’s nothing more special than your ever-loving throne.

You touch the hearts of many and inspire their inner child. They make hot chocolate, light a fire, and snuggle up under a blanket with another heart beating next to theirs. Then, watch you glisten their outside world — purify an inside world. Eyes are captivated in your sight, and worries are buried.

There is an abundance of dreams in your shade; you bring brighter days.

Fascination continues to drop. White boulders, three to build up your height. You take the shape of a man with never-ending feet, cultivated by his hands. You chill, know how to hang-out with no other plans.

The children hurry to step out of the door and into your wonderland. The cold is no match for your magnetic force. They shovel you into miniature mountains to take cover and hide. Then, they squeeze and round you to pack a good punch. They launch and dodge to escape from your fastball. Then, listen for the one that got away, shout out in glee. “You didn’t get me; you didn’t get me!”

They point out their pinks to drive the loss home, but then you land softly reminding them, you are the gift of snow.

You are snow-white, asleep as people walk with their feet and open their eyes to a deep state of heavenly dreams — the laughter echoes in your fallen state of peaceful serene.

Angels in the sky, angels in the snow, look up, look down, angels on the go.

Snow Angel; Photography by author

Your profound bright canvas flurries through the land, inspiring us to live and forget about our plans.

You are quicksand, a gentle reminder to slow down and take a snowy stand.