Winter came in November
the first snowfall was pristine
falling fast like soggy puffs
heavy with unfulfilled dreams.
How the children squealed with delight
and ran outdoors with open arms
to catch the falling flakes
with an expectant tongue.
I watched from the window
how the children danced
while my heart retreated
from the swirling fairy dust
that covers the ground with illusion
of a world pure and serene
yet hiding autumn’s skeletons
in its bosom, cold and unforgiving.
Well, we had our first snow on November 2nd. I like the falling snowflakes but not the accumulated snow on the ground and the cold. I think winter makes the simple act of going anywhere such a big ritual.
Happy Thursday. 🙂