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Not Your Typical Weather Report, but a Weather RE-poem

February 17, 2021

Not Your Typical Weather Report, but a Weather RE-Poem

By Alice Jane-Marie Massa

            With all of the unusually cold temperatures and snow-upon-snow of the past couple of weeks throughout most of the nation, I decided that ‘tis the season and ‘tis the perfect week for a “weather RE-poem”–that is, a re-posting of one of my favorite poems, one that is perfect to lift up our cold and snow-covered spirits on this February 17.  Although this poem speaks of “January Joy” and is from the “January Section” of my book THE CHRISTMAS CARRIAGE AND OTHER WRITINGS OF THE HOLIDAY SEASON, the poem seems perfect for this week when too many of us may need a little seasonal humor.  On the recorded version of my book, available only to patrons of the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled (DBC 08305), the narrator sings the final line of the poem:  I was pleasantly surprised by this musical touch at the conclusion of the narration of this poem.  (My book is still available in print from Amazon.)  By the time you arrive at the end of reading this poem, I hope that you also will feel like singing at least eight notes. 

            How ironic that via Zoom today, I attended the monthly meeting of my gardening group!  At another meeting yesterday, I learned that both a rose and tulip were named in honor of Helen Keller.  Only thirty days until spring!  However, until the tulips bloom, enjoy “A Snowflake Garden.”

A Snowflake Garden

By Alice Jane-Marie Massa

For my winter garden,

I planted just a few snowflakes.

How they grew and multiplied!

With my shovel,

I transplanted some of them;

and they keep growing higher and higher.

From Mother Nature’s Nursery,

from one little seed of snow,

so much continues

to grow and grow.

The gray clouds and bitter wind,

the Polar Vortex and other such Arctic masses

have just been perfect for The Massa Snow Garden.

Would you like some seedlings of snow?

A snowflake garden has no weeds to pull,

no bugs or winter worms.

Dressed in my Alaska attire,

I tend to my bountiful harvest,

almost every day.

Still the snowflakes spread

like the most fertile of ground covers

to rival the summerside’s phlox and vincas.

Working in my snowflake garden,

I look toward the sky

and want to shout to Mother Nature:

“Enough already!

Tell all those angels

to stop crocheting snowflakes!”

How can such delicate, tiny works of art

amass to such a splendid mess?

No, no, I am channeling

my inner Snow-Angel attitude

and spreading some January Joy.

My mid-winter mantra is as follows:

I do not want to escape the Frozen Tundra!

I do like my little snowscape!

I like my snowflake garden!

Now, as I, in a more mellow mood,

continue to shovel,

to cultivate the delicate snowflakes of my garden,

I sing:

“Do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, SNOW!”

Yours (almost) truly,

Alice (and Leader Dog Willow) in Snowland

First posted on WORDWALK:  January 22, 2014, Wednesday

February 17, 2021, Wednesday


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  1. Carole permalink

    I love humor, and this is one of the best! The photos this week perfectly captured your beautiful Snowflake Garden!
    Stay warm and safe, Alice and Willow!

    • Carole–Thanks for the quick “like” and comment!  Perhaps, one of these days, I will learn how to add one of the photos to which you refer to a blog post.  Taking the photos via Facetime with Mary is fun, and Mother Nature provided quite the snowscapes for photographing this week.

          I know you are doing some of the more typical gardening in Florida this week.  Enjoy!

      Take care–A & W

  2. mfanyo permalink

    Dear Alice,
    This delightful poem is one of my favorites! I’m so happy that you decided to share it once again. Your snowflake garden of 2021 has certainly been bountiful! What’s your prediction for the remaining weeks of the winter season?
    Warm hugs to you and Willow,

    • Mary–Thanks for letting me know that this poem is one of your favorites.  I do hope that the coming days and weeks will offer slow melting to avoid too many deep and chilly puddles. Fortunately, Willow does a wonderful job in alerting me to puddles, as well as to clumps of snow, snow slush, etc. that may present in an otherwise fairly clear walkway (sidewalk or street crossing).

      Stay warm and well–A & W

  3. Susan M McKendry permalink

    Alice–Enjoyed this poem again since you last posted it, and also read it again over Christmas. So clever and the idea of angels crocheting snowflakes and then the “enough already!” got me laughing. I’m sure you and I are not the only ones with that expression in our minds as we see the flakes falling. Just learned my seed order is on the way, so there is hope.–Sue

  4. Katherine Binole permalink

    Alice, I loved this poem when I first read it in your book. It certainly is appropriate now. After seeing pictures and hearing of all your snow, your snow garden has certainly grown this winter! It brought a smile to my face and your descriptions made me look out my window to see the beauty of snow falling and embrace the ending of our winter season. Love, Aunt Kathy

    • Hello, Aunt Kathy–I am glad to know that you are embracing the end of this winter!  Your “Snow Garden” is always so much colder and windier than mine in Milwaukee.  Thanks so much for reading this poem again and commenting!  I still think that during this long, hard winter, you should work on your own writing project.

      Stay warm and well!  Talk with you tomorrow–Alice and Willow

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