If you’d lived in Joburg for any number of years you would know that snow is a once in blue moon affair. I have seen the snow three times, once when I was a little kid, another when we were still living in Boksburg and the most recent was Tuesday. It was the last thing I was expecting, the sun was shining through partial clouds and I wanted to go for a picnic, and the next thing I knew tiny little fluffy white things were floating gently in the air, like fairies. It really is a magical experience, especially when it happens so rarely.
The Snow Fairy
by Claude McKay
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away.
And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.