Snow in the Tucson Mountains!

We were supposed to go on a rafting trip, but due to forecasts in the 50's with rain, the trip was cancelled. Instead, we ended up in a cabin on Mt. Lemmon, the matriarch of the Catalina range that borders Tucson to the North. The second day there....it snowed.

Snowsounds

The snow makes noise

did you know that?

How often is it quiet enough to hear the snow come down

calm enough to feel it lightly kissing your lips

as it falls, dances, blankets the world.

The trees wear it as only royalty can

white, the color of purity and innocence.

the captivation of the eye

notable not for its lack of color

but for its lack of hue.

to be in the presence of this, the ceremony

bestowing the crown onto nature, with each

leaf, needle, flower, or pedal wearing it differently

consider yourself lucky

Many don't have the opportunity to see it.

Many don't want to.

Many can't.

So if you can

if you are there as the snow plays a quiet beating

drum as it ordains all of nature as kings and queens

You are lucky.

Baptism

Snow separates humanity from nature

As the elements, as Mother Nature is blessing the

land with moisture, with beauty, man hides away.

The trees rise as they always do, but now their garments are

gilded, shining white to offset the stately greens.

The ground itself is no longer brown, dull, dead, but instead

white! Pure! Innocent! NEW!

Man hides from such baptism.

We deny our true place in the royal order, naught but a servant,

in favor of playing the king, the queen....the tyrant.

We have neither the patience nor the fortitude to wait for nature to crown us

as only She can.