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)
A Picture and a Poem 