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Winter Poetry: My Snow Story with You: A Poem

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Tim Truzy is a poet, short-story author, and he is currently working on several novels.

Each falling snow flake tells a story

Each falling snow flake tells a story

Childhood Memories of Snow Days

As a boy, snowy days always brought the neighborhood kids together to play in someone’s yard. We built snow men and made snow angels. My little group tossed snow balls and built fortresses. By early evening when the sun was starting to set, we always found a hill to go sleighing. Sometimes, we improvised, using homemade sleds from trays or boards. However, someone in the group usually had a real sled. The race was on to see who would go the fastest and the farthest on our frozen course.

Today with the snow thick outside, I remembered those cherished days and thought about how those boys would probably tell these stories differently
Each would have a slight variation on our gathering. Each would be unique in his remembrance. Every boy would cast his grown-up gaze backwards and express things according to his experience and knowledge. Like the falling snowflakes, every one of us has been shaped differently over life before we will eventually reach the ground.

Symbolic Meanings of Snow in Literature and other Art

  • Each of us move through life, shaped by events, forming new skills and views before we stop living. For this reason, authors play extensively on this idea when using snow in literature, paintings, and movies. For instance, snow can be a sign of finality or death. Snowy environments could also demonstrate a dark and cold situation. This type of precipitation is frequently synonymous with danger.
  • As with the arrival or departure of explorers and settlers, snow may be used to illustrate solid determination. Uniformity of a group in values is also a way in which snow is used in art. Authors may wish to show strength and courage in a character or place with this particular literary symbol. Bravery and the ability to meet challenges by the characters may be signified through the presence of snow in a work. In essence, snow and sleet may suggest the presence of resilience.
  • Authors may have an image of snow present in the work to indicate fun or purity. In these instances, characters or places appear to be completely innocent of any actions which may occur within the work. Usually, such work may have an impending disaster, such as a blizzard, about to shake the very foundations of the community or an individual. Yet, some authors may feature snow as a protective blanket, suggesting shelter from any threat. In this way, snow may be a signal of comfort and safety. Snow in some works can foreshadow resurgence.

Poll

People like to watch snow falling.

People like to watch snow falling.

My Snow story with You

I brushed the flakes,

Piled to the roof and further,

I did not know from how far up you came,

Fluttering from Heaven upon chilly abode,

Moist as tears from a babe’s face-

Colder still than steel of Hades’ blade,

Where my emotions lay wasting away

From your frigid response icing wind,

Not granted clear and sunny day.

You channeled festering storm cloud this date.

, Single flakes hurry from sky mingling with shingles,

Soft distinct chatter of atmospheric descent,

Extending eons in to bygone eras,

Blending tales of nature’s flow.

Sitting under the downpour,

Seeing my loneliness gather foggy from an icy step,

Join hands with Love on glorious couch:

Except I lost my footing entering door,

Sliding back to where you met me.

Encircling cycles of life and living,

Dying and giving to streams, lakes, and the mightiest of seas,

Reservoir of knowledge shares none of these with me,

Soaking the earth below autumn’s leaves.

Covering cars parked beneath old tarps,

Staying sharp shine against reflective freshness,

A newness borne of the winter air,

Barns to barnacles fail to care.

Many people have memories of finding the perfect hill for sledding.

Many people have memories of finding the perfect hill for sledding.

As I surely do in the smothering pristine quilt,

In Love’s arms of fire from wooden flames,

Cold fury embraces avalanche white fur,

Out from where mere conflicting afflicted humans,

Shelter in the sweltering passion of the season,

Summer stays in soggy socks and sneakers,

While winter knocks with cold fingers.

And we built a snow man,

A poor man worn cap and all,

A slack stiff statue while we danced and ducked snowballs.

Your hands icicles in mine,

Sentiments warm chasing frost from the air

And we both shared that snow man’s cap:

Laughing, playing, praying, and staying,

Above the fallen snow.

Remember the big hill behind Farmer Jackson’s house?

Whirling and twirling, spinning until crashing into trees,

on trays meant to be sleds and sleighs,

Pretending NASCAR in our backyard.

And the snow angels knew the songs we wouldn’t sing,

Their melodies melting the frost and freezing breath

Of winter voice cooing our ears.

Black and white old movie of Arctic,

Chocolate hot cup and cream whipped to exhaustion,

Police towing dark van away from ditch,

And night flickers on and off with the deepening snow,

Vanishing to finish our duet.

Poll

Snow makes everything more beautiful.

Snow makes everything more beautiful.

Two Literary works with Snow Symbolism

Although we have encountered the use of snow to represent various themes in literature and films throughout our lives, a reader should scrutinize the entirety of the text or cinematic production to better comprehend what is being revealed about the meaning of the fluffy and soft precipitation. Sometimes, this is quite simple, such as in fairy tales. However, the use of snow could symbolize different things as the book, poem or movie moves to the conclusion. This is not uncommon for symbols which have multiple meanings. Below I’ve provided a few literary works which you may want to read for more ideas about the symbolism snow provides in literature and other art. But these are not the only examples. Explore and enjoy.


  1. Guterson, D., Ward, S., & Wozniak, O. (2002). Snow falling on cedars: David Guterson. New York: Spark Pub.
  2. Ivey, E., & Ransome, A. (2014). The snow child. London: Tinder Press.
Snow in the American South is rare, but treasured.

Snow in the American South is rare, but treasured.

Comments

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on May 09, 2020:

We received snow in the mountains. I was surprised to see that in May. I suppose snow wants to stay around. Thanks for reading.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on June 05, 2019:

Although someday I would love to visit the Arctic, I found it interesting that in Mn. recently, and even into June snow still falls in Quebec. I suppose it's always winter somewhere. Thanks for reading.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on April 02, 2019:

Apparently, winter isn't quite ready to let go of our area. Outside of my window, snow flakes dance lazily to the ground, even as winter takes its last bow. Yet, snow will always be temporarily welcomed, regardless of season. Thanks for reading

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on February 02, 2019:

Nell,

I'm tickled to see your comment and visit to my article. You are a true communicator with those who want to share in a positive way. I am fortunate to have encountered your work.

I'm glad you got some snow there. Do me a favor: throw a snowball at me from over there. I'll duck on this side of the pond, but that's what friends love to do, huh?

My dogs crawled up beside me and wouldn't move for most of one of those days, Nell. But now, the warmth has returned.

Thanks again for dropping by.

Stay warm.

(Ducking under desk now.)

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

Nell Rose from England on February 02, 2019:

I saw the news about America and the Arctic Vortex! it looks horrible! over here it's pretty bad too, maybe not quite as bad. But I do love snow, we have had snow for two days and now its going, we are lucky where we live in a valley so it tends to go overhead! Take care Tim, nell

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on February 01, 2019:

This week, the Arctic vortex, a cold jet of air circling the far north became weak and we will overwhelmed with amazing cold weather. This extended from the Midwest all the way to the southern U.S. We had some snow, but it was exceedingly cold. I stayed inside because below zero temperatures are terrible for the human body.

Thanks for reading.

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on January 09, 2019:

Thanks, Bill. I appreciate your kind comment.

Having read your comments on other authors' works, I know you speak from the heart.

Much respect and deepest admiration to a skillful, kind, and thoughtful writer,

Sincerely,

Tim

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 09, 2019:

Very well-written, and it brought back great memories of the snow while growing up. We would stay out for hours in the snow...building elaborate forts, setting up sledding runs.....great times!

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on January 02, 2019:

Hello, Ms. Dora,

I wished to follow up with you about my "snow angels." That line arose out of something my grandmother used to say: "When we get to Heaven, we will sing the songs we can't sing here." What she meant, and I was suggesting, the angels sing songs that are so pure and beautiful that if we tried to voice them, we couldn't. This is because the songs of the Heavenly beings are perfect in pitch, praise, and worship. We would fall short in trying.

I suggest in my poem, we have knowledge of our imperfection which is why we try to make the beauty of the perfect in the snow.

My snow angels would have the faces of humans, the wings of flight, and the stance and glorious shape of love.

Thanks for making me reflect and add more to the meaning of this poem.

Sincerely,

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 31, 2018:

Mark, I am always honored to have a talented, creative, and kind poet and writer such as yourself drop by.

Oh, yes, the troubles of snow! Driving and shoveling! Philadelphia had to be tough for that.

But you are right: many good memories can be gathered from that cold stuff, too.

I'll share this story with you. Behind the Smith Center in Chapel Hill is an enormous hill. Nothing was better than sliding down that hill on improvised sleds, until I landed face first in a ditch filled with snow and was laughed at for three days by my dorm mates. So much for thinking I was a member of the U.S. Winter Olympics team. Winter dreams, right? (lol)

Thanks again, friend and may your next year be rewarding and full of peace.

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on December 31, 2018:

Thoroughly loved this poem, Tim. I had a flood of memories and feelings. Snow is so powerful that people, places, and things are attached to it. So to choose one feeling or memory around snow would be impossible for me. There are just too many, good and bad. And, for me, all my senses were involved. I will say that one of the reasons I moved from Philadelphia was that I hated shoveling snow and driving in it. Mark

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 31, 2018:

Hi, Jo,

First, I want to wish you happy holidays! It is beautiful in the mountains of TN when you guys get snow. :) (Jealous, a bit, dear friend!)

Next, I appreciate your dropping by. It's been awhile, but I'm glad to read your comment.

Finally, I like Dickenson as well. I think I'll go read that one.

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

Jo Miller from Tennessee on December 30, 2018:

Lovely poem, Tim. Just what I need on our relatively mild winter day. We haven't really had a good snow all year. For me, it's always a happy time. I love Emily Dickinson's poem called "The Snow".

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 30, 2018:

Hello, Ms. Dora,

I must admit: one of the catalyst for this work arose from reading about your adventures in Chicago. I smiled and thought about how He gives us weather to appreciate all the weather we endure (from relationships, family, and fond memories, etc.)

I always appreciate your kind and thoughtful comments. You are one of the encouraging writers who keep all of us motivated with your wonderful and original material.

Thanks again.

May you have a happy and peaceful New Year.

Sincerely,

Tim

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on December 30, 2018:

Beautiful poetry! I love metaphors, allegories and all non-literal meanings for which we need to search. Thanks for the idea of finding for such interpretations in the image of snow. The sight and sound of your snow angels capture my interest.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 30, 2018:

Thank you, Mary.

How fortunate for you to see such a beautiful sight first thing in the morning. Your part of Ontario will be blessed to have a white New Year.

I love the snow, too. Mary, it brings back many childhood memories and time spent with my wife, just counting our blessings and acting absolutely silly!

Thanks for stopping by, Mary.

May you have a peaceful and rewarding New Year.

Deepest respect to a kind, thoughtful, and informative writer,

Tim

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on December 30, 2018:

When I woke up this morning, snow has covered the area and it is picture perfect. I love snow as it makes me happy even when I have to shovel. Now that I don't have anymore to shovel, I love it even more. It's heavenly and creates a beautiful picture. Such a lovely poem Tim.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 26, 2018:

Perhaps, one of the lesser known facts about my state is that it sits where the Labrador current and the Gulf Stream meet, off the coast at Cape Hatteras. N.C. is a virtual magnet for hurricanes for this reason. Also, most of the weather for this state comes in from the west, across the mountains, from the Gulf of Mexico. This also contributes to unusual occurrences.

For instance, N.C. may see weather that does not happen in Virginia, north of here, or S.C. This is why the state can receive enormous amounts of snow whereas most of the southern U.S. does not.

Between Wis. and N.C., I've had extensive time with snow and cold weather in the winter.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Sincerely,

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 26, 2018:

Thanks, Sean. I'm glad I touched your inner pure soul and reminded you of good things. I think that is part of our higher calling, to reach others with positivity and love.

I appreciate your kind, thoughtful, and wonderful words.

May your holidays and New Year be peaceful and blessed.

Sincerely,

Tim

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on December 26, 2018:

My dear Brother, thank you for the memories and the pureness of childhood times you "painted" so beautifully! Here in Greece and especially at the town we live, near the sea, is seldom enough to have thick snow. So every time it happened we were playing for hours! Amazing God's miracles!

Your kind Heart can speak to the child within us! Well done!

The purity of the fresh snow to be the clarity of your Heart!

Sean

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 24, 2018:

Interesting, Nell. I always thought G.B. was famous for long, cold, and bitter winters. It's interesting what is learned and what is shared on this site. I know that Germany has very cold winters, but I have only seen very little of your wonderful country in my life, mainly stopping there briefly once before heading off to Berlin. The next time I travel your way, I'll check the weather with you.

Thanks for visiting my article, Nell. I really appreciate it.

My dad always said: "Once you give your time, you can never get it back." And you gave my work some of yours.

Thanks for being a kind and thoughtful person and an informative writer.

Have a merry Christmas!

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

Nell Rose from England on December 24, 2018:

Winters cold fingers. We don't really know that over here. loved the poem, and the memories. We tend to get at the most a couple of weeks snow, but that's only every few years. so far this year its been hot/warm. Have a lovely Christmas.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 23, 2018:

Hi, Eric,

Thanks for the kind and wonderful comment. The feeling is mutual. I wonder how much fun we could have had. Can you imagine the laughs we could all share now if we knew each other in our youth.

Blessings, Eric.

Always sending prayers your way.

Much respect and keep us motivated to be positive, reminding us of the power of love.

Merry Christmas,

Tim

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 23, 2018:

Tim I feel bad that I don't remember you from those days. Todd, Kenny, Emily, Joel, Brian, Tim and Lauri and Andy. These I remember sledding and skating with. The pond and Mars hill and down Cherry Street. A snowball with a pine cone inside. Missed days of school. We were not allowed inside until about dark.

I bow my head in admiration for this. Maybe I do not belong here in heaven. But that is OK.

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 23, 2018:

Hi, Pamela Oglesby,

How fortunate you were to live in a place where you saw wonderful amounts of snow growing up. It sounds like it was fun and I love visiting the Midwest once in a while.

I do appreciate your kind comment and I hope your holidays are beautiful as well.

Merry Christmas, Pamela.

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 23, 2018:

Hi, Flourish,

Thanks for the visit. It's always a pleasure to see your comments.

Winter here has a split personality; that's for sure. One week we will have inches of snow and then it feels like summer has come to the state.

Flourish, my wife wants us to visit Iceland. Well, I never liked that much snow. I mentioned Chicago or Minnesota, she just laughs and tells me: "Tim, that's not really winter weather! You need the Arctic or somewhere like Iceland." If we make it, you will hear about it in the next year or so. Certainly, those areas of the world don't have to deal with the changing personality of winter we see in the southern U.S.

May your holidays be peaceful and full of joy, Flourish.

Much respect and admiration,

Sincerely,

Tim

Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on December 23, 2018:

Hi, Pam Morris,

Thanks for making me laugh. It sounds like you probably hung out with our gang-the snowball fights, the sledding, changing clothes-I think you described so many youth when snow falls. We can't resist.

I also smiled because I was hesitant to mention what you did: snow cream. Yes, we made that, too. My grandfather always said, "Wait until it gets about an inch or so, that way the dirty stuff is cleared out of the air." We did that and loved it. When I visited Wisconsin, we couldn't wait to eat snow cream and eat cheese dishes in the winter.

Thanks for the visit and the pleasant memories.

May your evening be peaceful and your holidays rewarding.

Merry Christmas, Pam.

Sincerely,

Tim

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on December 23, 2018:

Tim, Your poetry poetry is so inspiring. I realley liked out you began the poetry:

I did not know from how far up you came,

Fluttering from Heaven upon chilly abode,

Moist as tears from a babe’s face-

Colder still than steel of Hades’ blade,"

The descriptions of how snow is used in literature was informative as well.

I really loved being reminded of all the fun I had in a suburb of Cleveland, OH. My friends and I did all the things you listed. I enjoyed the beautiful article.

FlourishAnyway from USA on December 23, 2018:

What a beautiful poem, and those images! I especially liked the snippets: "Barns to barnacles fail to care" and "Summer stays in soggy socks and sneakers, While winter knocks with cold fingers." Winter here is very reluctant. Sometimes it acts like it's here to stay while at other times it feels like late summer. Very confusing! I enjoy walking in the snow at night as it's falling before there's any real accumulation. It's serene and if you watch closely you can catch a few animals scurrying to hunker down before the heavy snow sets in.

Pam Morris from Atlanta Georgia on December 23, 2018:

Tim, this article brings back so many memories. I can remember the snowball fights, the building of a snowman, the sledding, downhill that sometimes results with me landing flat on my face, although I get up shaking and cold. I enjoyed every minute of it.

At times before pollen got so bad, we would place a container outside to catch the snow and make ice cream. And every now and then I would get so caught up outside after a snowball fight and my clothes wet that I stayed outside too long that I catch a cold. I would be in bed a day or two. But as soon as I feel better if any snow left back outside, I went, except this time after a snowball fight and wet clothes, I would go inside to change my clothes and then come back outside to enjoy.

What an inspiring article, well written and thought-provoking articles, I always appreciate your posting. Thank you for spreading the love and fun memories and winter poem, you are such a talented writer and I look forward to reading whatever you post next.