There’s a quietness…the air is brisk;
and now it’s getting thick with snow
as I take a walk along the street,
with nowhere necessary today to go.
Heard in the distance are joyful shouts
of some children who are out at play.
Predictions are…the snow will be deep—
the schools have been called off today.
Cars are few out on the streets;
and those that are out are going slowly.
The beauty of the snowfall makes one think,
for the moment, only of its presence wholly.
“Have you entered the treasury of snow?”
That was a question God asked of Job.
“He gives snow like wool,” is from the Psalms.
The neighborhood seems to be in a “snow globe.”
Underneath my plush-lined boots,
the snow keeps crunching as I walk.
Heading back to my front porch,
I meet some neighbors and stop to talk.
They invite me to come inside for coffee,
where the fireplace in their home is glowing.
It’s a perfect time for fellowship
on a day set aside because it’s snowing.
P. A. Oltrogge