NIGHT BEFORE,
SNOW FILTERED DOWN -
A BLANKET OF WHITE.
WARM IN OUR BEDS,
SILENCE CALLS US TOWARDS THE WINDOW -
WE WATCH.
TREES WRAPPED IN SATIN,
THE GROUND COVERED IN FLEECE OF WHITE,
SKY IS CLEAR -
WE PEER.
WASHING, DRESSING, AND EATING
BEFORE STEPPING OUT IN
TOASTING WARM COATS.
WALKING, SITTING, AND OR LAYING
IN THE WHITE SOLID MIST -
WE PLAY.
WET WITH WEARY BODY,
DRYING OUT BY THE FIRE WHERE
DREAMS ARE DREAMT.
SNOW DREAMER
This poem was written a few years ago, while living in Chicago during the 1979 Bizzard which brought a least two feet of snow down our street.
traceyanne, 6 months ago
lovely work and so true