Some People Just Don’t Get It

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Overnight the flakes have descended, and left a carpet of pure white.

Silent, soft and slow descends the snow.

No cloud above

No earth below

A universe of sky and snow

Snow is what it does. It falls and it stays and it goes.

The snow is deep on the ground. The snow is beautiful on the ground.

How is it that the snow amplifies the silence?

A cheer for the snow! the drifting snow!

This is the true religion, the religion of snow.

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(A cento poem featuring lines from each of the following poems:

Shoveling snow with Buddha by Billy Collins

Patterns in the Snow by Ernestine Northover

How is it that the snow by Robert Haight

Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow by Eliza Cook

Snow by Frederick Seidel

Snow-Bound: A winter idyl by John Greenleaf Whittier

The snow is deep on the ground by Kenneth Patchen)