Snow

Snow                                 

By John W. Vander Velden

                       

All around color dulled the day dimmed by thick sky.  Even midday the sun can not be seen as we move more out of obligation than joy.  The wind biting cold as we hide flesh beneath gloves, scarf and coat.  Suddenly a small bit of white visible, sailing the breeze.

 

Can it be? 

 

For surely there must be a first…the first flake…like no other.  The leader for many follow.  

The heavy sky laden, unloading its burden as all around the white flies.  At last the flakes reach their destination.  Soon many join their brothers covering the drab world with pure whiteness.  Soft they stack.  Time passes as they form art…drifting into soft depth shaped by the winds will.  So all around the world is changed…before our very eyes.  

The drab now gone replaced by the untainted…such is the power of snow!!!

(143 Words)                1-10-2012