a place we feel we could go to

This snap is from my parent's back-garden, over near Shotts ...

... lots of snow - much more than Edinburgh!

I'm reminded of Norman MacCaig's famous 1958 poem about this very subject-matter:


Explicit Snow

First snow is never all the snows there were
Come back again, but novel in the sun
As though a newness had but just begun.

It does not fall as rain does from nowhere
Or from that cloud spinnakered on the blue,
But from a place we feel we could go to.

As a great actor steps, not from the wings,
But from the play's extension -- all he does
Is move to the seen from the mysterious --

And his performance is the first of all --
The snow falls from its implications and
Stages pure newness on the uncurtained land.

And the hill we've looked out of existence comes
Vivid in its own language; and this tree
Stands self-explained, its own soliloquy.

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Norman MacCaig (1910-1996)

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