To always be calm with abundant white seen
everywhere
warm, soft blankets wrapping around
a feeling of happiness washes over everything
jumping up to the orange sun and
coming back down, crashing into the earth, and
exploding
a comforting pink touch caresses a cheek
reminding everyone to love one another
love brings joy and joy brings peace
Walking home in my neighborhood,
I face incognito stones
Trying to trip agile runners,
Nosy dogs declaring authority
Over uncharted land,
Gaggles of geese
Mapping their route away
From decidedly endless, frozen pandemic days,
Where astounding numbers of lives have been lost.
I’m not dead, except in creativity.
Snow settles on the earth.
Stillness sets in.
Mommy sits near me so softly,
and reading begins.
Soup simmers on the stove.
Cookies are baking.
Another soothing day,
in the making.
Snow softens the world,
and slows its spin.
I dream of this pace,
to forever begin.
In this soft, still time, the world is better.
It slows the madness and stops the chatter.
In this time, the real things matter.
In this time, the world is soft like butter.
The house is full of goodness and clutter.
The house is warm and the fire is blazing.
So many things happening, that I find amazing.
Families together and singing their songs.
The earth is removed from all of its wrongs.
For a simple short time, the world is right.
Oh, how I hope for more snow tonight.
