Just Enough

Snow, what does that simple four letter word bring to your mind? Does it make you giddy with excitement as you  plan your ventures out into the fluffy white matter? Or does it fill you with dread as you plan your day knowing that driving will be hazardous? Do you savor the sense of coziness as your family settles in for the duration? Snow, it has an effect on everyone.

I woke up one morning a couple of weeks ago and discovered it had snowed in the night. It was the perfect snow. It was beautiful, but it didn’t last long as the temperatures rose. It was gone shortly after lunch. It was just enough of a taste to remind you of the beauty of snow without all the tiresomeness of lingering dirty snow. It inspired this poem.

Just Enough

In the dark,

the flakes

drifted and settled

as they nestled

into every nook and cranny.

snow 1Morning sun slowly revealed

the painted landscape

created in the night.

Look quickly!

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The frozen crystals

slip away.

It was a short visit,

                                                                                           just enough

                                                                                          to let us remain friends.table


25 thoughts on “Just Enough

  1. I am a big fan of snow. Always have been. I have been known to celebrate its splendor in the face of those who have just gone to battle with it. Your poem made me long for the peace of big fat chunks of flakes wafting down. We haven’t had nearly enough snow this season, although yesterday we did get an early release from our teacher institute day due to snow! Snow was definitely my friend yesterday!

  2. A delightful poem! Love your descriptions . . . “nestled into every nook and cranny” and “It was a short visit, just long enough for us to remain friends.” What truth in your words! I say this, but I truly enjoy some snow. Good, heavy doses of it! We got it today with about 5 inches of that fluffy stuff — and it will be sticking around some time. However, come March. I’ll be done with this old friend. 🙂

  3. Well…I’m sad to say that it hasn’t snowed enough in NC for me this year! I love your poem, and when you wrote “drip, drip, drip” I laughed. I had just complained to my husband two weeks ago that the little snow we got was gone after a few hours. I knew this because all I heard was “drip, drip, drip”!! 😉

  4. We just had more than enough on Sunday, Elsie, but I could enjoy it because I didn’t have to go anywhere. This is beautiful, Elsie, & I especially like that last part, “Just enough/to let us remain friends”.

  5. Hi Elsie,
    First of all, thank you for the welcome, the comment, and the email! Your poem almost makes me like snow again, although, with more in the forecast and the remnants of a 30″ storm, “just enough” is still not much for me. You remind me of how peaceful just a coating can feel! Thanks!

  6. I love the snow, and I love your poem, elsie! The last stanza is my favorite, especially coupled with your picture of the table. Somehow, the snow-covered chairs are the perfect image for “to remain friends”.

  7. A perfect snow fall…beauty to enjoy and relish, but not so much so that it gets in the way. Is is me, or does it seem as though those two large pine trees in your photograph look as though they have their arms stretched wide open to welcome the snow?!

  8. Jaana says:

    How appropriate to be reading your poem while watching the snow falling outside my window. It will be interesting if this snow will make long term or short term friends….

  9. I love the poem!! I like how you ended by saying “just enough to remain friends”. Your poem makes me miss the beauty of snow! BTW, thanks for letting me know about my comments! Oops, I don’t know how that happened. :T

  10. I just packed my snowmen/women (my favorite after Christmas decorations) collection away this past week with a sad heart. We haven’t even had a dusting of snow this year. A few flakes fell one day during school, but nothing stuck. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.

  11. Nancy Hatcher says:

    A perfect little poem. I am really in love with a light snow dusting…just as your poem suggests. Right now as work into spring, you last 3 lines were what I would echo. I love the contrast of your patio furniture against the beautiful backdrop. xo

  12. This reminds me of a snowfall we had last Tuesday. My daughter was home sick with a terrible ear infection. She was so sick and the snow was accumulating so much that my neighbor went out and got her Rx for me. And then 2:00 p.m. hit. The temp rose and it melted by the time my husband came home from work. Thanks for capturing this phenomenon with your lovely poem, LeAnn.

  13. luckygurl says:

    I feel like you’re trying something with rhythm here… And I like it. It reminds me a little of Eve Merriam’s poem, Silence. “Snow is a poem without any words…”

  14. Judy C. says:

    That’s why I love living in the Ozarks! We get a “taste” of that white stuff and it’s beauty and then it’s gone. Just enough to remind me why we moved south. Love your poem!

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