I am enjoying day #2 of “Ice Jam 2011” in Atlanta. They have made references to “Snow Jam 1982.” Really, it is only here in the South that our Winter storms are worthy of naming — their rarity granting them this special privilege. I recall the Snow Jam ’82 — I was a Senior in high school and this was the last gift of ‘snow days’ off from school before graduation.
I don’t remember if that was the only Winter event that year but I did write a poem about one of the events. I remember the thaw and how it sounded. I was sitting at my writing desk and looking out the window into my back yard. The snow had been coated with ice and the tree limbs were heavy laden with their icy burden. I was transfixed for a long time as the sun began to melt the ice. The sound of the ice falling down through the trees sounded like applause and I was taken by the gracefulness of the tree limbs. Already having experienced Atlanta Ballet performances and already a fan of Mikhail Baryshnikov; I saw the ballet in the trees and melting ice. Below is a sample of my early poetry — I was 16.
The Crystal Shop Ballet
Boughs bend with humble splendor,
Bearing gifts that only the season can bring.
Nature in its most graceful poise,
The Lady of Winter performs a ballet.
Evergreens curtsy in elegant form,
The envy of every prima ballerina.
Beautiful to see, but fragile to touch,
The Lady of Winter brings gifts of crystal.
The sun shines in earth’s open window,
Setting to glisten The Crystal Shop Ballet.
Trees dance to the wind’s whispering orchestra,
The Lady of Winter composes a masterpiece.
The sun rises higher as the dance crescendos,
Limbs slowly raise their arms to the sky.
The eyes of nature look upward as melting applause praises the performance,
The Lady of Winter completes The Crystal Shop Ballet.
February 27, 1982