12 January – The sound of snow

The sound of snow is a paradox,
so silent it muffles the world
as it falls and dances and drapes –
its beauty to gently unfurl,
but then crunches underfoot
in crisp, compressing crush,
boldly making its presence heard
as we tramp and tread and brush
its weighty loads off branches
in sudden thumping thuds
and listen to its thawing drips
grow to rush the river to floods.
All this then is the sound of snow,
from silence to a repertoire of tones,
weaving symphonies of percussive peace,
counterpointing the world’s very bones.