"Our first winter in Alaska I was impressed with the snow, the designs in it, the marks on it and, in a sense, what it would say to you if you really looked and listened. A few years later I celebrated the New Year by writing The Snow Speaks in the little cabin where I did most of my writing. It was very cold (-45 degrees), with sparkling stars and Northern Lights."
Captures the sights and sounds of the season's first snowfall, leading up to the coming of Christmas.
"Whether the snow is crunching under boots, blowing before the plow, holding the impressions of animal tracks and angel shapes or shining in the moonlight—it speaks volumes to the children who have "wise and patient" eyes. Carlstrom's lofty text reflects the mystical properties of snow..." —Publishers Weekly