Snow in the Shoe Box Park

Sleigh bells ring are you listening in the lane snow is glistening WinterWonderland

He tugged a coat sleeve into an arm
His eyes closed
And he sniffed the sleeve: footsteps,
an angry pace, crossed lips, bitter and tart
He breathed the harsh air
And he stepped into the dry snow

On a wandering lane in a shoe box park
A snowflake passed in front of him
He admired as it slowed and twirled
It made a jolly turn, and a merry twist,

Then seemed glad to be on its way
Inside his coat, he felt cozy, even comfy,
All tucked in and safe
A whip of wind snapped the air

And startled the spotless snow
He nudged the lapels out
And tucked them under his slender chin
It fussed against the quarrelsome wool

And made him shake away
some tranquil flakes lulling in his hair
He sniffed the lapels: a favored scent,
musky and cool, and mild,

And a friendly breeze among the Autumn leaves
His shoes alerted his steps,
And he stopped and gazed into the dimly lit dark
And, then, he turned,
And returned to the shoe box park