“The poetic relation of snow and consciousness made for the poem Fresh Falling Snow.”
—Eli Siegel From Preface to Personal & Impersonal
Fresh Falling Snow
How beautiful a thing is the snow,
It falls in its mysterious fashion
And not like disappearing rain;
Covers pavement softly so that
When one walks, the wonderless, hard city streets
are no longer there.
Instead one steps into whiteness and depth in
front of one.
A welcome visitation,
Transforming for a while, the city, its people, their work,
their understanding.
Poetry by Rebecca Fein 
