Waiting
for the snow
Awake
in the night holding out hope for its joy. It happens so seldom this silvery
white rapturous treat. I am like a little child awaiting a sweet. Three
in the morning, Am I crazy? Yes, probably am. If it comes, won’t last long and
be over by ten.
Around
here Roads will be a crazy place. People are not use to the snow. Minutes click
by and my eyelids cry out: We are so tired of your silly ways! “Let us close!”
But I
went on a walk an hour ago midst pure cold, fair. An inner song wants to play. I’m hoping for snowflakes; flying, drifting-
silvery there. Grown up eyes need to see
snow fairies work their beauties rare.
Again to
the window and turned on outside light, Oh Look! In the wee hours, flying white
cuties bring a smile. Out the door to check on the weather as if it would
happen any faster you see? A good thing
too, for my car window was open a slit. Fortunately
I closed it snug till morning light.
I know
it’s not Christmas when the carols all say but any time in winter works fine
for me. So Ring happy bells and do not forget to find happiness and dance any
way that we can.
Dear chocolate brown spaniel, named Violet
lies quietly throughout all of this chaos while night swaddles my house. she
watches with one dozing eye, as I run about like a mouse. So what do you think?
Should I turn off the light, lay me down to sleep? Morning light will come. What will be, of
course can wait. I am a adult after all and this behavior is nuts. Go to bed, go
to sleep. What did my mother say when myself and four brothers and sisters were
all growing up?
“You’ll
know there is snow in the morning by its light.”