FOR AWE | WINTER WARMTH | POETRY
It Snowed On The Twelfth Day of Christmas Last Year
Basking on the memory of that first snowfall with photos
“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a
reminder–no matter how old you became
and how much you’d seen, things could still
be new if you were willing to believe they
still mattered.” ~ Candace Bushnell
Happy 2023 to readers of For Awe and all my supporters. May we keep the flame of hope, gratitude, awe, and optimism alive throughout the year. I bless you.
It hasn’t snowed in my area this year yet. And so I dug into last year’s photos when we got our first icing of the year on the last day of Christmas, Epiphany. From the Three Kings, yup– all 6 centimeters in one evening!
I enjoyed the change of scenery, and on my way back from a visit to my son (I have two sons and one lovely daughter-in-law *wink*), I took a couple of pictures. Hope you enjoy them until I can show you the first ones I’m yet to take this year.
But first, a poem for you. I chose a Classic Nonet — no rhyming in this form, minimal punctuation, and the nine lines have a syllabic count from 9–1.
(I wish I could show this one to you centered. Medium Staff, are you listening?)
