lightly, as though by slow motion reel
the flake, she bobs and twists on the hands of her
gentle friend, the wind.
Snow chills the present and sends away
the idea of the grocery store replaced by
visions of sleds and laughter and hot cocoa the thrill
of a snow day eclipsing the gray day to day.
Snow, that sly little girl she surprises and comes up
behind you and gives you a tickle and makes
you giggle all hopeful and renders you a child as well
all squishy and cozy and ready and willing.
Snow, she is so silent you must cover your ears and
not let the loud-less noise-less overwhelm you
and you long for the sounds but she hushes you and
comforts you with the quiet-full world.
Oh snow, your crunch and hiss delight and so
when the rain and sun come and take you so quickly it
feels like an ending but I know I think I dream you
will come again so I will wait, snow. I will wait.
photo by Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com