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1946 Let It Snow

Let It Snow
Vaughan Monroe (1946)
Association: me and my sister

Growing up we had to play each other. I was older but she was bigger. I remember being bundled up before being allowed to go out. Winter could start in November and last through March.

I loved the first snow flakes. Loved looking forward to the first real snow ... maybe school would be cancelled? I rode my 'car' around in circles on the back porch. We made forts, learned how to skate. If it were cold enough long enough our father could flood a patch in the backyard. In our bedroom I'd watch the snow drift in along the ill-fitted casement window. I even loved the last snow when the sun turned everything to slush. I lovestorms and the passing of the seasons.

I've never been a real winter person. My season was spring. It would just come so late.

Who knows when the snow will blow;
who can say before it goes,
that there will be time enough
to hold you.

         (24 syllables: 7/7/7/3)

I wrote this in memory of a special day. "Snow thunder" 

Snow thunder

Flakes come to us on wings of thunder,
feathered drops to tickle the face,
pile up like dandruff,
blow about to settle over vacant lots
and vacant eyes that cannot see
the beauty of their wintry voice.

The spark and flash,
the transformer's blast
turn all to darkness.

And still they whiten our world
with rumbles.
Snow rides with feathers
on wings of thunder.

© Kåre Enga [162.554] (20 november 2005)

Of these 12 cinquains in "Glice"  3 are published including this one:

Anticipation

Hey dad,
how many days
till we flood the yard?
Are the nights cold enough now it's
August?

© Kåre Enga [162.25b] (2 april 2005)



Lyrics:

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

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Monkeying around in September  (13+) Music! Jeff provides the prompts. I just respond. (1946-1955) #2231240 by Kåre เลียม Enga

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Barrel of Monkeys  (E) An annual interlinked musical blogging challenge! Runs every September. #1987725 by Jeff