THE SOUND MY BOOTS MAKE WHEN WALKING ON THE SNOW

The summer is gone, and the fall is here. As a student, especially a senior, this fall term will be so important and so busy with school work, studio work, SATs and college application stuff. I’ll have to work my ass off, but everything will be done in no time. Time will fly once again, and I will be done, and finally it will be winter.

         Winter -- I have this love/hate thing with winter. I hate being cold and having to get out of my warm bed in the morning. Since I am a girl, I would rather go cold and look nice than wear layers and layers of clothes that I will suffocate in (sigh). Cold hands and feet are always annoying, and the half-broken heater in the dorm room is just as annoying. However, I love looking out my window to see the snow falling and piling on the ground. I love putting on a pair of boots and listening to that soft sound my boots make when I walk on the snow. A relaxing Saturday afternoon on my bed with a book that I have been saving for a better time with snow falling outside and maybe a cup of hot chocolate would be ideal for me, and a Snow Day is always exciting for everybody! And Christmas is the best of all. AH, I can’t wait until the winter is here. :)

         Snow is awesome, and I think everybody will agree with that. This week in class, our teacher, Mrs. Lewis aka the Sassy Librarian, told us her love story with Mr. Lewis. The Blizzard of 1993 was apparently a good thing after all because that sparked their love and many others’ loves with a lot of babies born in that year.

As she was telling the story, I could imagine the snow falling outside piling and piling, and it got me thinking about poems about snow. I’ve never tried before, but after reading through some poems on snow, I came to think that it’ll be just as nice to read some winter poems on that ideal snowy day of mine. So here we go, this is my favorite one called “A Little Snow Was Here and There” by Emily Dickinson.

A little Snow was here and there

Disseminated in her Hair —

Since she and I had met and played

Decade had gathered to Decade —

But Time had added not obtained

Impregnable the Rose

For summer too indelible

Too obdurate for Snows —

         I love the way it’s simple and easy worded, but at the same time very delicate and emotional. I feel like I see a girl loving the snow that has fallen but will be gone soon. I think this is such a sweet poem that makes me want to read more and more of these. Let’s wish for a beautiful snowy winter! :)