Winter, at the edge of its moment
filters down with gentle reminders that
I haven’t been paying attention.
I close my eyes waiting for spring
and I miss
One friend said the snow looked like rhinestones.
? Really? When?
When I was on my way to work…..
When I was dodging bleak piles of dirty snow…..
When I was dreaming of Spring….
When I lost my mitten……
Winter is a divine goddess
beckoning to us with her glistening eyes
to sit by the fire
drink the tea, the cocoa
to take turns telling tall tales long into the night.
There is no sun today,
but there are flakes,
which have slowed their fall
so I can see each one.
What on earth, will I do with that, this day?