And so the snow arrives,
making everything look quite lovely
soft and fresh
outside
and I wonder if I should go out and shovel
this time of year, I don’t get to see my husband
as much as I’d like
’tis the season for the line of work he’s in
late to get home, early again when he’s gone
barely a dent in our bed
proof that he’s been here in the empty hangers left
where the suit I readied for him last night used to be
and in the drive
fresh tire tracks in the snow
when I come down,
it’s to coffee by myself
but already hot and waiting
I sit and watch the squirrels, one in the feeder
while below, one digs about for the bits that fall
and the Juncos
I envision them all with little red scarves
as they come and go
and I smile
I don’t much like the cold, because I guess
it often comes with grey
and it’s harsh, sometimes it hurts
but it does have a lovely fresh look
and feel,
and it certainly makes one grateful to have
heat
blankets, sweaters and
snuggly things
too there is a certain beautiful
peace
in watching big fluffy snowflakes fall
silently
to the ground
after all, it’s only a little…
and yes, it is December so we know
to expect this, don’t we
on to the laundry
after a brief respite,
the white bits of fluff, sailing past the window
start to increase
by now it’s a lovely time of day
late in the afternoon
the light has become sort of dim
it makes one feel
like settling in
adding to the fluff, some rather raucous Christmas music
and my daughters are feeling a little more festive
than I
as they bundle up, to head out
with the dogs
I’m rather content to just
watch
it
fall
so, instead
I sit down with a nice cup of tea
send a love note to my husband
breathe in deep
and from the fullness of my heart
all the way
down
to
my
warm
little
t
o
e
s
I smile ♥