Snow Thoughts

I anticipate the snow

Soft flakes glittering in the lamplight

Spreading a white blanket over cars and sprinkling the grass

I conjure the varied shapes and sizes on my face and coat

Their whispered presence a visit from winter

leaving a token of itself on me

Snow has always been a wonder to me

I’ve watched at the mere thought of it

Waiting at windows and pushing aside blinds to check

Even though It no longer affects my life in the same way

Imagined snow days remain in my head as ghosts of a past life

The disappointment of finding I still had to go to work

written in my brain as impressions from strong handwriting

appearing in the sheets of my present.