Poem-worthy

It has only snowed once in the 8 years I have lived in Alabama, and today makes twice, so I thought it only appropriate to write a poem on this very special occasion. Enjoy!

ALABAMA SNOW
Some call this a “dusting” or “powdering”
(Sounds more like a day of cleaning),
But
This white rain
Falls down in miniscule pieces
Of swollen sugar granules,
Mending itself flake-by-flake
Into a blanket—not a blanket
For hiding or thumb-sucking,
but one that settles,
Comforts,
And Sweaters the soil.

Appearing ex nihilo from a white
Sky, like all the clouds huddled
Together to stay warm,
The snow falls at sprint-speed and lands
As graceful as a
Dove.
The branches, in their silent pride,
Don a cloak of white
And the grass—now a seamless blanket
Is too pure to damage and
Too rare to blink.