George Winston - Moon

The weather forecast promises snow – finally. There’s been the occasional flake forecast around ten days out for the last two months but the closer the date came the forecast tuned to warmer temperatures and rain or to colder days with sunshine. I’ve decided to put my trust in the two days of snow forecast and have started stocking up on music – starting with George Winston, quoted by Wikipedia as having stated

Every song I've ever heard, that has gone in and stayed in me, has always reminded me of a season. A picture and a place, maybe, but always a season.

When I listen to his music it always evokes a particular weather situation ~ rain, fog, sunshine, storms or snow. And although this one is called Moon this one reminds me of snow.

A friend of mine has written a poem called snow and she has allowed me to post it here:

Snow ...

Darkness has taken hold of the meadows
A gentle blanket that covers the fields
Embracing and soothing the forlorn shadows
Of meaningless fences and slumbering trees

The moon and the stars hide their silvery light
Dark-gray clouds have moved in on their silent wings
Billowing, seeking a place for the night
They float on the breeze, sigh, and then settle in

As sleep claims the reign of the weary lands
And the whispering breeze finally subsides
Magic awakes and with careful hands
It releases the doors to the other side

The side where they waited so long, patiently
For eons it seems, but without complains
Living only on hopes that one day they may be
Released and relieved of their realm’s restrains

With the gates being open they peek carefully
Looking down, amazed, at the sleeping world
Then with reckless abandon they jump eagerly
Each and everyone trying to be the first

They are spreading their coats of white-silvery lace
They tumble and stumble and dance in delight
Then they surf on the breeze, playing catch and chase
Diving, floating or soaring, just enjoying their flight

They celebrate on, laughing up a squall
And the winds take them far and wide
Until, with a sigh, they finally fall
To the ground, where they rest side by side

As morning arrives and the sun’s first rays
Pierce the clouds, chase away the night
All the fields and the trees and the fences and ways
Wear a sparkling cover of glistening white

Some say that’s what happens when winter brings snow
Others claim it’s plain crystallized rain
But it’s beauty and peace and although it is cold
I believe it’s a magical snow-fairy game

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