In my wide window
I see the flurries tumble
Through the woolen sky
Nature wins at last
You’ve drawn me from my slumber
Heaped in winter clothes
Real excitement comes
Rarely now that I’m older
And grown cynical
But snow, it remains
The easiest connection
Back to childish joy
The covered lawn hill
Will be pristine no longer
Once the sleds emerge
Snowmen’s lifespans are
A few days, maybe a week
Then we melt away
When snow melts to slush
And the beauty disappears
We know a secret
Winter will come ‘round
Like it always has and will
To revive our souls
In my wide window
I see the flurries tumble
Through the woolen sky
Nature wins at last
You’ve drawn me from my slumber
Heaped in winter clothes
Real excitement comes
Rarely now that I’m older
And grown cynical
But snow, it remains
The easiest connection
Back to childish joy
The covered lawn hill
Will be pristine no longer
Once the sleds emerge
Snowmen’s lifespans are
A few days, maybe a week
Then we melt away
When snow melts to slush
And the beauty disappears
We know a secret
Winter will come ‘round
Like it always has and will
To revive our souls
Reflections Literary Magazine 