Welcome to Poetry Friday, today hosted by Linda Baie at TeacherDance. Thank you, Linda, for hosting!
Happy Thanksgiving week, even as many, including myself, won’t see their children. But I am happy to help the effort to control the pandemic. We’re all well and I’m grateful for that. I hope all of you and you families are well, too.
As Nero fiddles, thousands of families are insecure in so many ways.
When I looked out the window today, I saw snow brightening my yard. It took my mind in another direction. I wrote a poem and took a picture of the snow, but it wasn’t cheerful or sparkly enough to share. So I found a more cheerful graphic, something Snowflake Bentley might admire, with wildly diverse snowflakes:
Here is my poem:
SNOWFLAKE I am a snowflake I fall from the sky, float down all day, meander and play. I whiten the grass trees and the street tickle warm faces with wet chilly feet. I am a snowflake, hear my shivery sigh? Winter begins when I fall from the sky. ©Janice Scully 2020
Wilson A. Bentley (1865-1931), aka Snowflake Bentley, was a farmer in Jericho, Vermont, who loved snow. He loved it so much that he became the first person to ever photograph snowflakes. He captured more than 5,000 during his lifetime, no two alike. Part of the challenge, I imagine, was to keep them in solid state while he photographed them. He lived and died where he grew up.
Below is a print I bought when I visited his red barn museum several years ago followed by two haiku.
A Vermont farmer saw something in snow--took it quite seriously. Did Snowflake Bentley ever think that snowflakes might be all the same?
Have a wonderful Holiday week. Stay healthy and safe! Thank you Linda for hosting.