contentedly sipping a mug of coffee,
the air is filled with whirling flakes,
blurring the view of the theatre
in an old church across the street
peering out the window like a kid
snowmen pop up like mushrooms
branches heavy with new fallen snow
a steady, windless majestic falling
dreaming about that perfect snowfall,
the big one that keeps school closed,
and keeps the sled runs deeply covered
where you feel warmed by the flakes
on a soft white carpet you wander
.
making snow forts, packing snowballs
for the playful wintery battle to come
feverishly working till called back inside,
pinkcheeked and trailing snow on the floor
the warmth of the room like the glow
of a fireplace upon your grinning face
childhood memories of winters long past,
making me smile feel ever so warm
