These millions
of crispy soft stars
from above
billow and lighten,
lifting our feet
beyond the earth –
the deeper it gets
the higher we go!
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(c) 1989 Betty Hayes Albright
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(The poem is old, but the snow is new. 🙂 )
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(First snow of the year, can you tell I’m excited? Love it, love it!!!!!)
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Betty, this is a charming reflection of your first snow! We haven’t had any rain, so I envy you! Love this!
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Thank you Lauren! 🙂
(I hope you’re feeling better!)
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Ethel and I are smiling, Betty. The deeper it gets, the higher it goes. Snow as stars falling. Wonderful.
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Always glad when a poem makes someone smile, Thomas! 🙂
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Betty, I thought of you immediately today as the snow began, and then fell in earnest–I recalled that you were so looking forward to it!! I heard that, mid-week, it’s to turn to rain (temps in the 40’s)–so enjoy it while it lasts!! Wonderful poem–“crispy soft stars” sounds edible (or maybe I’m just hungry!).
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Hi Caddo, I thought of you too, knowing you were also getting “hit”. It was so beautiful – the photo (and the one in my header today) were taken this morning from our back yard. Hoping to get more snow – as this might be “it” for the year. Thanks for the comment! 🙂
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Lovely Betty! There was a sharp frost here this morning.
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Thank you, David. 🙂
Any snow where you are yet this winter? a sharp frost can also be quite beautiful!
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Awesome imagery and I also love the deeper it gets, the higher we go!
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Thank you, C.L. !! (Snow does inspire… 🙂 )
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Well written. Here’s the deal: You send me some snow and I’ll send you a kangaroo feather.
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Heh!! It’s a deal, Dennis!
(a kangaroo feather, huh? Do they keep those in their pouches? 😉 )
How should I send the snow?
Perhaps we should think twice –
would it be redundant
if I packed it up in ice?
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I, too, like envisioning the snow as a starry landscape…this totally changes the way I see and the way I will experience snow. Wow. Thanks, Betty.
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Thank you, Anna – so glad you liked it! 🙂
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I’d never thought of snowflakes as crispy soft stars, but now I don’t think I want to see them any other way! 🙂 I can’t wait to get some snow here!
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Thanks, Jacsprat – hope you get some soon! (We’ve had to wait all fall/winter to finally get some here. 🙂 )
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Wonderful thing about the star-bright snow piling up around us, lifting up our hearts to a young child’s pleasure!
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Thanks for your nice comment, Granbee! This “old” child loves the snow – It’s uplifting literally and spiritually. Unless one has to drive in it, of course. 🙂
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We also had our first “big one” – enjoy! (and for some reason “crispy soft stars” made me think of a certain powdered cookie from my childhood…and now I must bake something 🙂 )
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Planaquarium, hope you baked some good cookies! Powdered sugar coated? Thanks for your comment – hope you’re enjoying YOUR snow. 🙂
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Betty! Short, crisp wisdom like this never goes out of style! It’s hard for me to warm up to the love of snow, but your poem at least will make me walk on it a bit softer today.
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Thanks very much, Peter! May the snow lift you up, at least just a little. (We don’t get it very often here, so it’s a treat!)
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“Old” crispy soft stars and “new snow” make for a delight this night…
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P.S. Actually, I agree, stars do look “crispy soft” to me, too…
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Thank you, Lindy Lee !! 🙂
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Hi Betty,
I’ve nominated you for the ONE LOVELY BLOG AWARD, so please visit me for more info:
http://lscotthoughts.com/2012/01/17/one-lovely-blog-award
Lauren
xx 🙂
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Thanks, Lauren!! I like the name of this award and appreciate your nomination!
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Simple beauty. Your magnificent view of life and living seeps through the magical lines you pen. Your work is ceaselessly fascinating and vibrant!
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VW, thank you for such a nice comment! 🙂
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Each flake looks the same, yet when examined they are not; there is infinite variety. This poem sparkled with appropriate shining brightness.
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Thank you, Ben!
(“Infinite variety” – one of my favorite phrases… and imaginings… 🙂 )
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