I remember the year it snowed
on the drive home from Midnight Mass.
Walking to the car, snowflakes on our tongues
the slap slap of the wipers
noses pressed against the window
dizzied by the storm swirling around us.
Will rain remember being snow?
This is a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) written for the challenge at dVerse to write one including the given word, snow. Twas easy to do. Even though we don't have any . . .
I remember when it was otherwise. And the poets at What's Going On are asking us to share a poem about looking back.
26 comments:
I remember it too. It snowed every year and we trudged back through it after Midnight Mass. Thanks for the memory :)
What a great last line .. will rain remember snow!
Lovely memory to be cherished, and the last line, wistful with wonder. Beautifully rendered, Yvonne.
Once we went to the Christmas morning mass which is the tradition in the church of Sweden, cannot remember if it was snowing but I do remember it was cold and I was tired.
Love the scene, and I have been driving in such conditions.
Jane,
Thanks for sharing and commenting.
Helen,
Thank you!
Dora,
Thanks! I appreciate it.
Brudberg,
Thanks and thanks for hosting!! Always fun.
Snowflakes on your tongue, that sounds dreamy to me. A lovely poem.
Thanks for sharing your memory. Love that snowflakes on your tongue - so soft.
That final line is amazing, Yvonne. Such a lovely poem.
Much love,
David
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David, Thank you so much!
Grace, Thanks. yeah, flakes are such amazing little creations.
Di,
It seems a dream now. Thank you.
Oh, Yvonne, your poem took me RIGHT back to Midnight Mass when I was fifteen, the cold, the snow. My little sister played Mary in the nativity scene. I sang in the choir. That year I had painted a room in the basement and set it up as a playroom for her. Lovely to remember that. Thanks for your poem which jogged the memory.
This is such a pleasant memory! To us living in India it's an amazing experience.
Oh what a memory! I was wondering if it was a beautiful experience or a frightening experience driving home in the snow. I like the mention of the slap, slap of the wipers...nice sensory image.
I love this Yvonne. I remember that snow, although I am not a fan of snow, and I love the question about rain remembering being snow!
Like “Will rain remember being snow?”
I hope rain remembers being snow--I hope it becomes snow here sometime this winter! This moment is spot on with sound and touch and place. Lovely.
Susan, Thank you for the lovely comment! Now, let it snow!
Tony,
Thank you very much. Hey, we're getting down to the Ferndale gallery this weekend.
Kim,
Thanks so much for commenting, and remembering with me.
Mary,
There was nothing frightening about it because daddy was driving. We were never afraid. Thanks.
Sumana,
It's nice to hear from someone so far away. I appreciate it.
Sherry,
Now you've taken me back!! I played Mary in a play too. I remember grandma fussing over my bangs and my veil. I sure was a holy child!!
Intriguing last line.
Yvonne,
Great memories for those Christmas events from time's past.
It's easy to find that spirit especially at this season.
Sad that many older traditions have been and gone...
Tzvi,
Hello, and thank you!!
Eileen,
It all rushes back at this time of year. Thank you.
Midnight Mass is magical in any climate....snow rain or heat...It is one of the few things I really miss not be able to attend any longer. A Blessed Christmas to you !
"will rain remember being snow?" wonder-full!
Dr. Pearl,
Thank you so much!!
Rall,
It is/was magical. Thank you!
"Will rain remember being snow?"
And some say there is no such thing as reincarnation...
Lisa@tao-talk
Ms Lili, great point!!
I feel like I wrote this because it all felt so true. Everything felt more magical back then. I love you closing line.
That's an awesome compliment, Colleen, the best one writer can give to another. I'm so glad I came back to visit this post. I hope you have a happy New Year!'
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