I’ve been walking up to giants
decorated in the glitter pearl of fresh fallen snow.
saying “hello” and “Aren’t you beautiful!”
breathing in the cold air of winter and holding it deep into my lungs.
My hands have been frozen, my cheeks cold.
get trapped in the snow globe that is whirling around me.
The child in me
dances in the drifts,
watches in wonder how a tree can change form
catching snowflakes on my tounge.
My spirit leaps
reveling in a real snow day
delighting in the comfort of a warm fire
and a blanket well-worn in all the right places.
I’ve been in the mountains
watching the sky change
riding my bike back on the sidewalk
fast as I can pedal
to beat the storm.
quietly giving thanks for the crushing of white under my feet,
the sound of the echoing snow
the soft falling of a moment.
I’ve been living a snow dream.
I’ve been celebrating the snow.