Three Days of Snow in Beaumont, TX

Ulia Trylowsky

February 2, 2025

Day One:

I hoped for snow and here it is.

More than I imagined, heavy and thick.

Like a child, I run down the street,

Kicking white powder with my boots

As the snowflakes hit my face.

This is the best morning ever!

At least for now, at least in the moment

When I want snow.

And what sticks to my lashes,

Reminds me of the winters I loved, 

Growing up in Canada.

Day Two:

The lack of snow-work surprises.

Few white guardians adorn lawns.

It saddens that warm-weather children,

Fail the art of the snowman.

My yard is full –

With family of four, wearing hats,

A snowy red toqued sentinel,

Laughing and laughing at a seated cat,

A dapper bearded gentleman,

Looking on, all happy and fat.

Day Three:

In Edmonton, back home,

The snowmen stand for months.

But here in Beaumont,

My small snow family,

With guards and cat

Died after two days.

Uliana Trylowsky is a transplanted Ukrainian-Canadian who has lived in Southeast Texas for over 25 years.  While she struggled to accustom herself to the unique qualities of the region, she now calls it home and, until the war in Ukraine, found herself to be quite a happy person.