The Boy And His Snow
Contributed by Tricia Leigh
He sits quietly
as the sun lights the morning.
Watching from inside.
Snug and warm, eyes wide
Winter's first snow, falling down.
Anticipation;
he tries to control
but excitement fills his soul.
Now awake, are all.
It didn't take long
flakes blanket the country side,
Winter dressed it's best.
Wearing his warmest,
on this cold December Day,
he sets out to play.
His feet print the snow.
Crunch! He hears the sound echo.
Off with ease and grace
he runs his own race!
Slowing, only to notice,
the cold fill his lungs.
A sting of crisp air,
he rubs the tip of his nose
cold shiver, just once.
Still, feeling such joy,
Grandpa looks up to the sky
then closes his eyes.
His mouth open wide
and arms stretched out side to side,
he spins for sometime.
Feeling so alive,
he tastes the flakes on his tongue,
too quickly they melt.
feeling so dizzy,
he falls soft, into the snow.
A grin on his face.
He laughs to himself,
as he waves his arms and legs;
leaving an Angel.