...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Snow)

 

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Snow

“Snow” speaks to me in frigid whisper…

Sprinkling its magic in my hair,

     upon my nose, upon my lips

Then lingers between each eyelash;

And with moistened baby steps,

     it softly gallops across my eyelid

Until I blink, as it melts away so silently

Leaving behind a single “snow print”

 

“Snow” speaks to me in frigid whisper…

     As I sit by my window and stare into the day

I watch it dance in wind-blown splendor

I watch it blanket the city sidewalks

     and dress the naked trees in winter white

I smile as it rests its magic flakes upon my windowsill

Ready to nap through an evening freeze

Taking its last wind-blown triumph

 

“Snow” speaks to me in frigid whisper…

It tells me tales from long ago

Where children once made snow angels

     and animals frolicked in its sparkling glow

Where it decorated the rooftops

     of fine homes that kept the porch lights on

Where lone snowmen, like frozen statues

     wore stylish top hats; and guarded every lawn

 

“Snow” speaks to me in frigid whisper…

     and entrusts me with a secret

I can see a tear in every snowflake

     and a bit of pain in every snowfall

“Snow” begs to stay for longer than a season

Fearful from the warmth of Spring

It plans to stick around with treasured reason

Yet Mother Nature flies in upon new wing

 

“Snow” speaks to me in frigid whisper…

This time the voice quite faint and low

We sulk in unison as we both know

   our time is limited and “Snow” must go

But “Snow” left me with its frigid whisper

    and I left “Snow” with a winter dream

That I will wait for its return

    until we meet again through Nature’s Scheme