The Tao of Snow

 The Tao of Snow

I attempt to say what the Tao is

But, as Taoists say, if you define it, the Tao is not it

The Tao is the indefinite, or, perhaps, the infinite.

It is all there is in every moment

It is the light I see around the drapes

It is not just the streetlight, but the glow

The glow from the light reflected on the snow

The hazy light of falling snowflakes

Snowflakes in the wind, in the tree branches, on the ground

First snowflakes on the yearling deer in the yard

Deer who don’t know what to make of it

First snow for them

First snow of the season for us

Oh, and the Tao is the shovel, too