Classy Cherry #6

Eskimos have fifteen different words and phrases to describe snow including pirta, navcaq, nutaryuk, aniu, and kanevcir. English is quite limited.

There’s no word for the first snow of the winter – snowflakes falling from a light sky to settle on grasses still green with summer.

Nothing to explain a snowstorm so fierce the snow doesn’t fall so much as fly in circles so that you aren’t sure if it’s snowing up or down.

There’s no words to describe the sky when it drops powdery weightless snow that disappears as soon as it kisses the dark pavement.

Nothing to capture the magic floating in fresh snowflakes you glimpse out the window falling on Christmas morning as if Jesus himself is smiling.

We still call the tiny flakes of white plastic in a snowglobe that spin around fake people when we shake it snow.

It’s still snow when it’s a thick white ocean sitting on a frozen opal lake.

The jagged icy flakes that sting when they slice your exposed hands and cheeks are still snow.

It’s still snow when I’m home alone watching the white cover everything and you’re still gone.