sound of snow

potentilla in snow
The sound of snow is not silence, but a faint sss, or shhh – the sound of time passing (not the discrete ticks of a clock, but the steady swish of sand through an hourglass that can’t be turned). Slipping away. It’s the sound of forgetting – sharp edges and bright colors, yes, but most of all the dead remainders – reminders – done rotting, brown and dessicated… hush, now, and let the snow fall. Isn’t it pretty?