Each Sparkling Snowflake Tickles My Nose With Glee

“Kindness is like snow — it beautifies everything it covers.” — Kahlil Gibran

I woke this morning with half-mast eyes

My chilly bedroom lured my body back to bed

To snuggle in the warmth beneath my duvet

Another half hour won’t hurt every cell said.

But gay sunbeams penetrated the shades

Casting a warm glow on the opposite wall

“What’s up outside?” I wondered, afraid

It piqued my curiosity, I had to know despite all.

Gingerly I raised the shades, leery at what I’d see

My wondering eyes opened wide at the sight

Snowflakes fell from the sky, dancing with glee

Transformed into diamonds by dawn’s early light.

My heart flipped, my cells jumped with joy

Inebriated blood surged through my veins

My nerves tingled at the memory of childish toys

Visions of sleds and skates and snowmen reined.

Pajamas cast aside, warm clothes pulled from drawers

I dressed with hast, spurred by winter fun that awaits

Waffles scarfed down, cups of coffee gulped when poured

“You’re crazy, when will your childish behavior abate?”

My husband turned over in bed and buried his head.

Snores echoed from the bedroom as I shut the front door

I love to shovel snow. Got at it right quick in his stead

Bracing cold produced clouds as I breathed with the chore.

Driveway cleared of snow, I made a snowman to celebrate

Neighbors honked horns and waved driving past

Used to my childlike antics, wondering what I would create

Perfect snow to mold my art into a replica of my cat.

My hands and feet were cold. Time to call it quits.

Knocking snow from my boots, I entered a warm dwelling

Put the kettle on the stove, filled a cup with chocolate mix

Then savored a drink with mound of whipped cream topping.

“Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.” — Andy Goldsworth

“The snow is sparkling like a million little suns.” Lama Willa

Hope you’ve enjoyed my humble attempt at poetry.

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