Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Poem About Snow

Well. Obviously.
Because I love it!!!!!

We should be home.
Walking down the gravel.
Holding hands.
Listening to the flakes
as they land on the
brittle remnants
of last summers shade.

Second best though
is to be tucked in
behind a big window
where I can watch it
and fall
and fall
just as silently
just as beautifully
on the ground
out there in the cold.

Thank you God
for the beauty
of snow.