Alyssa Moyer Poet Imagism

A New Friend

Sparkle,
Sparkle,
The heavens cry their icy tears.
God tucks in his children,
1 foot,
2 feet,
3 feet,
4 feet,
Paw prints embedded in our backyard blanket,
"Tap, Tap,"
Gravity challenges the icicles.
The curtains of heaven unravel to expose its eye.
God's message is clear,
Stop,
Enjoy,
Plenty of time to cleanse our minds,
The sight out my window was not that of snow, or ice,
But of opportunity,
Like an old movie,
Standing outside my window,
Holding up a boom box playing the song of life.
Reality.
Tugging on my arm like a child asking to play,
Open the front door to join the children of now,
Meet my new best friend,
Reality.

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