February 4, 2022
February 4, 2022
Miracle Man
Morning sun now kisses the snow,
glistening on crystals aground.
Perhaps soon we’re able to go,
but today we remain home bound.
Everything outside now looks pure,
hiding most things that caught the eye.
Through glass, I gaze at snow’s allure,
and beaming sun in a blue sky.
Of childhood days today I dream,
in a time quite unlike today.
When mom's concocted kid's “snow ice cream,”
and kid's considered it feast day.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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