Night Snows

The snow that never drifts - 
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now -

A night snow is so gentle and ghostly, muffling every noise and every twig. I stayed up late, sitting blanketed on my front steps with sketchbook and snow music playing softly, getting up to snap pictures of the coated branches in the orange streetlights' glow. 

So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was Febuary's Foot
Experience would swear -


Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibi


Next day, the snow turned tapioca, as my grandma used to say.

Downtown from the fourth-floor office windows.

Were every Storm so spice
The Value could not be -
We buy with contrast - Pang is good
As near as memory - 

--Emily Dickinson