The Color of Snow

The storm came in during the night,
silently smothering the landscape
one tiny snowflake at a time,

until, inches later,
the broad fields and perfect lawns
all look the same.

Beautifully buried,
you suddenly see color far more vividly
than ever before.

About this poem

Sometimes it takes storms in our lives to allow us to see the color in it more clearly. Just like in a snow storm.

The picture was taken down the road from my house, at Consider Bardwell Farm, where they make some of the most delicious cheeses anywhere.

Tom