April 7, 2020

First Snow

Barn up the road after first snow (2019)

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First snow, it came early this morning
So I’m up and out of bed
Visions of a real slow goin’
Start runnin’ through my head
First snow, there ain’t nothing like
The sudden change that winter brings
But it looks so pretty that it makes me want to sing…

La la la la la, the sky is falling down
La la la la la, and sticking to the ground
La la la la la, what a change that winter brings
I’ll stoke my stove and see you in the spring

White limbs in a magic forest
That surrounds me as I drive
Stillness, that gentle feelin’
Makes me glad that I’m up and alive
First snow, there ain’t nothin’ like
The sudden change that winter brings
And in the silence I can hear my heart begin to sing…

La la la la la, the sky is falling down
La la la la la, and sticking to the ground
La la la la la, what a change that winter brings
I’ll stoke my stove and see you in the spring

 

• michael mercer, 1982

Comments

  1. David Cornwell says

    Great photos. They do well striking the mood of First Snow and bringing back a lot of memories. Fun poem also.

  2. our first snow — it came
    and went in a single day —
    like a drop of rain

  3. “If I had my way, we wouldn’t see grass from October till May.” – Calvin (and Hobbes)

  4. I’m guessing you write it as a song? Where were you at the time?

    • Those are lyrics from a song I wrote back in my Vermont days.

      • Did you ever put the words to a melody?

      • Aaaahh! Beautiful Vermont. Plenty of time there to write songs in the winter. That first good snow appears like a warm, cozy, cotton blanket. Especially from the window with, perhaps, a woodstove going. I’ve been subject to sensory deprivation living in Texas for the last 30 years. There’s nothing here called the first snow. Here it’s some snow, any snow….THE snow.

        • oh Vermont, the skiiing 🙂

        • I connect with snow. It is part of my seasonal rythym. In Houston, I am a fish out of water. Especially when we have to drive past countless strip malls selling stuff we really could do without — all open 24/7 on the way to Midnight mass on Christmas Eve. It’s like a balloon that is pretty on the outside but so much emptiness inside. This cultural chaos at 60 mph brings me down. I miss the days when only the most intrepid shoppers would be out and we would drive through a foot of new snow just to warm up in church as we looked forward to ushering in the baby King. I know Joseph and Mary did not have the same ambient, but call it Heimweh; it’s an important way I connected to the story and I miss it.

  5. Oh it snowed last night, snowed last night!
    The sky bears had a pillow fight:
    They tore up every cloud in sight and tossed down all the feathers white!
    Oh it snowed last night, snowed last night!

    From the California State Series second grade music book. Yes, when I was in elementary school every child was issued a half-inch-thick, hardback book full of songs, every year. Sigh.

    Dana