Snowfall In The Yard

by©KarenD

7/4/04

 

I see the past come drifting by,

the memories of my life

the child in me plays in the snow, all bundled up for warmth

I feel the crunch of steps I take into the morning snow

and wander to a snowdrift that is waiting on the hill

I lay myself into the powder

that fell down over night

and make an angel with my arms, then stand to look 'All right'!

The walk, I take through cornfield stalks

will get me to the trees

where frost and snow are hanging on to branches without leaves.

The trees are covered with the frost

brought on by winter fog

the edges dark against the white, the silouettes of life

The winter air is peaceful, cold,

and crisp as crackled ice

that makes the sound of daring as you walk toward happy lives.

I've traveled through my years of life

not wishing for the stars