Absense of Snow

The way is clear and not encumbered. No shoving with my feet and labored, breath. I walk and smell no roses. I feel my life instead of death. The sky is blues and sunny. The clouds are white and far away. The snow is absent around about me. I sense the absence of the snow. It must be what Heaven will be. No snow or ice or death. I will kiss you all someday. When I am there. Gone away. To rest.