Early morning you were a mist,
Dampening the world.
Soon your voice could not
Remain silent,
Tick, tick, tick,
Pellets crashed against the panes,
Reminding everyone of your power.
Silence again,
Wet flakes fling down from above,
Filling in the gaps between grass blades,
Frosting rooftops,
Glazing sidewalks and streets.
Wind sends you careening sideways
Swirling out of control.
At the end of the day
You rest.
You have created another polar landscape.
Could this be your last?
elsie tries writing 
Beautiful progression of that thing we call snow. Still a tribute. Never thought of snow having a voice, but it does. I enjoyed reading about snow today instead of experiencing it.
“Soon your voice could not remain silent”
That sort of sums it up. Hang in there my friend Spring is going to get over its laryngitis someday!
loved the image of “Filling in the gaps between grass blades” I felt like I was experiencing the snow from a different point of view
Those last lines…creating a polar landscape…could this be your last? I like that you still write about the beauty of winter…even though many of us are ready for spring…winter has been long and difficult…but it is still beautiful.
Beautiful poem! Beautiful season! I’m ready to move on…we had our 14th snow day today. I know exactly how you’re feeling today!
I don’t think it’s our last, there is snow predicted for tomorrow. Perhaps it will NOT come your way, Elsie. Hoping…
Winter has become attached to us. We have been such good company. Maybe it is like the visitors that don’t get the hint that it would be time to leave! Or maybe it is like Michelle said, winter wanted acknowledgement of its power before he would depart! Well done Elsie!
Hoping it’s the last…you guys have had too much winter!
I really like the “soon your voice could not remain silent”. Surely that had to be it. It’s March 17th!!
Beautiful poem about an everlasting winter. Here is to a spring that is just around the corner (hopefully)!
So hoping it’s winter’s last hurrah here too. Beautiful poem.
Maybe this is what winter has been waiting for — a beautiful poem about its powerful nature? We hear you winter, now can you please go rest and let us have a little spring before the beast of summer arrives?
So beautiful, Elsie – for a moment there you had me actually appreciating winter!
When I look out today I see brown, not green or (thankfully) white. I thought March came in like a lion and went out like a lamb. Shouldn’t that lamb be approaching?
I pray that it will be the last. Friday and Saturday I sat on the deck absorbing the beautiful sunshine and warmth. Now snow and cold are here for today and tomorrow it will all be vanished!
Oh I hope so but there is a promise for us in Chicago area for a light snow again tomorrow! Beautiful poem for a not so beautiful event 😉
Elsie, a beautiful response to old man’s winter’s visitation again. My favorite phrases: “Frosting rooftops, Glazing sidewalks and trees . . . Swirling out of control.” Hopefully this IS his last hurrah before spring officially arrives. I’m sending this one to my kids in DC.
I heard there was snow. We have rain after several lovely Spring-like days. Hope is in the air, though.