Winter Dance – A Pantoum

A lazy dance in silent snow

Wearing lace of ice and air

Swaying gently to a rhythm unknown

Caressing my nape with a freezing squeeze

Wearing lace of ice and air

My eyes marvel at the delicacy 

Caressing my nape with a freezing squeeze

An appetizing shiver puckers my skin

My eyes marvel at the delicacy 

I squint, imagining the transparent twinkles 

An appetizing shiver puckers my skin

The soothing cold symphony satisfies my soul

I squint, imagining the transparent twinkles

Caressing my nape with a freezing squeeze

The soothing cold symphony satisfies my soul

A lazy dance in silent snow

Pictures courtesy of Peggy Cardone, private collection. ©️ Peggy Cardone. All rights reserved.

I missed Patrick’s Pic and a Word Weekly Challenge #261 – Ice and #262 – Freezing. It’s been a busy few weeks, but when I saw these gorgeous photos from my friend, Peggy, inspiration fell from the sky like one of these delicate beauties and this pantoum was born.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been outside when it’s been snowing. I usually try to stay inside the minute a snowflake makes an appearance, but there was one time when my husband was traveling and I had to use the snowblower to clear off our driveway. Snowblowing is usually my husband’s job so needless to say, starting the snowblower and figuring out how it worked is a story in and of itself! But I did it and I started blowing the snow off the driveway, making a huge arc of snow that landed on the lawn. The snowblower was loud and stinky (yuck to gas fumes), but I was determined to prove that I could snowblow as well as I could make hot chocolate.

As I was on my third row, it started snowing again, Just gently that I didn’t notice at first – until a snowflake landed on my eye lash. I could see it clearly, hanging right in front of my eyeball. I stopped the snowblower and immediately, the quiet of the snowfall enveloped me, like a soft blanket. I was the only one out and it was evening, the night already a violet-black. The silent snow softly falling, the smell of crisp cold air – I couldn’t turn the snowblower back on to ruin the simple sacredness of the moment. After standing in the quiet night, my outstretched limbs gathering hundreds of unique snowflakes, I returned the snowblower to the garage and took out the snow shovel. The sh-sh-sh of the shovel was a better accompaniment to the snowflakes’ leisurely orchestra. The hot chocolate could wait but this moment would not.

©️ 2021 iido

30 thoughts on “Winter Dance – A Pantoum

    • LOL! I am a true night owl, Jane! I’ve tried to change, but it is a set part of my makeup. I’m glad the imagery was clear to you. And the snowblower – all I can say is thank goodness for google and youtube! 😂😂😂

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      • Lol, you googled and YouTubed to figure out how to use the snowblower?! I love it. Using the snowblower is on my very short list of things I have decided I’m never going to try, covering 53+ years of marriage: using the snowblower and 2 things from when we farmed, cleaning out the pigs and going near the beehives!

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  1. delightful pantoum Irma and enjoyed your snow blower and snowfall story … I would also find it a sacred moment!

    Glad you got there, I’m sure there is no timeline
    especially when you’re out in the dark experiencing the divine 🙂

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  2. “A lazy dance in silent snow”…. wow I love this Irma… this line alone is for me sooo good.. I love it…I could dance in silence… really good. I haven’t seen real snow, as obviously it doesn’t snow here but I have always been very fascinated by the snow and how it (probably) feel to be outside when it’s snowing … and your poem just gave me that feel…

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    • Thanks, Mich! I’m glad to give you a glimpse of snow. Honestly, I’m really not a big fan (Filipinos aren’t made for the cold! LOL! Don’t tell Gina! 😉 😁) but this one moment was beautiful and it has stayed with me.

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  4. Even more than the beautiful verse, I love the prose, especially the final paragraph.

    There is a beauty in a gentle snowfall like no other natural event. Even without a hint of breeze, if you are still enough, and quiet enough, you can hear the whispering “shush” as snowflakes fall upon a bed of snowflakes, as if begging for your undivided attention. “Pssssst, look at me!” it says. So, be quiet and listen.

    And, yes, there is a satisfaction to scooping up dollops of snow and heaving them into the night air in rhythmic bursts. The scrape of the shovel; the swoosh as the load leaves the blade and the whump of it landing, compressed layer upon compressed layer.

    Who would have ever thought shoveling a driveway could be such a sensual gift of being?

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  5. Well Irma, your lovely pantoum reminded me of the first snow(and only) I experienced in Philadelphia almost two decades ago. That magical moment is etched in my memory. Your words painted a wonderful picture.
    Totally enjoyed your snow blower tale!

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