When it snows down here,
Everyone is amazed
Like it’s something magical and new
Maybe it is.
The pure, pristine white flakes
To join our messed up world
Softly blanketing us in a little hope, a little happy.
A little magic
A little wonder.
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,
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
Stop and look!
THERE IS WONDER.
Wonder on this earth.
It’s a snow day. 🙂