When it snows down here,
Everyone is amazed
Like it’s something magical and new

But

Maybe it is.

The pure, pristine white flakes
Floating
Floating
Drifting
Sweeping

Down
And
Down
And
Down
To join our messed up world

Softly blanketing us in a little hope, a little happy.
A little magic
A little wonder.

But

Isn’t every day a snow day?
Shouldn’t it be?
Every day carries with it the risk of danger.
Things might go wrong.
Things might spiral down,

And down
And down

Like those, tiny,
frozen, pieces of breakable glass.
Every day is quick to come and quick to go
But it has magic.
If you know where to look.

There’s magic in the cold wind blowing on an even colder face,
Snow or no snow
There is happiness in the feeling of a long-estranged warm embrace

All of these things are, and no can one see that there is

There is.
Stop and look!
THERE IS
THERE IS WONDER.

Wonder on this earth.
It’s a snow day. 🙂