Holle Makes the Snow

 

A surprise snow!  Just cold enough.
Holle's laughter tinkles from the heavens
and the birds answer with their joy.
I am transfixed, enchanted,
my head tilting, my eyes softening.
I step outside to let the flakes
fall on my face and shoulders,
awakening my being with their icy touch.
Each flake is a blessing!
Holle makes the flakes bigger,
shaking, shaking Her featherbed,
looking for faces turning up
to hear Her laugh.
She shakes harder, more snow falls, and more!
The air is white with snow. Holle cackles with glee!
The world is blessed, purified,
leaf and bark, feathers and skin,
just for being,
just for our laughter and joy.

Annelinde Metzner
Black Mountain
January 31, 2020

Beautiful snow at my house

 Our January 31st surprise snow.  Thanks, Jude Lally, for the video!  It captures the surprise and the beauty.













 

Sing, sing

 

 

Sing,  sing
        the fabulous weave
the way you were sung,
        calcium for your bones.
Early and late you pulled it in,
        the Pleiades,  the plastic,
        the parts of the woven self.
Now sing!
Sing, sing
       alas, quiet descends like doom,
       joy forgotten,  a density in mind.
Somewhere a grief,
       that we’ve come to this
but sing!   You know the song,
       the fabulous weave.
You are the song.
Just sing! 

 

Annelinde Metzner

December 29, 1999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (Snow video by Jude Lally)