THE FIRST SNOW

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THE FIRST SNOW

by Mary Oliver

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found —
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.

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And so winter finally begins!

 The kissing balls sparkle in the icy cold!

The kissing balls sparkle in the icy cold!

 I have the beach all to myself!

I have the beach all to myself!

 The rosemary plant says HELP!

The rosemary plant says HELP!

 A local plow-man smiles in anticipation of busy days.

A local plow-man smiles in anticipation of busy days.

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And yes, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

As it should in mid-December after the first snow.