The first snow of the year has hit us and it has hit us hard. While I’m not really fond of walking or driving in the snow, I do love watching it. When it falls and after it has fallen. It has the ability to make you marvel at familiar surroundings. It makes them magical. Dreamy almost. My feeling towards snow stands in great contrast to this poem by American poet Langston Hughes. He gives snow a much more negative connotation. Even though I don’t agree with him, I do find his imagery quite strong. His message too.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Langston Hughes
Alix in Wonderland 