Impromptu
amused
by my muse
never having
even seen
snow
she saw
in photos
but never
having ever
felt feeling
deprived of
one of life's
wonders her
starving mind
wanders
i tell her facts
about flakes
never having
ever one
the same
then throwing
snow soft
to shape
but hard
to take
shaping men
and women
people in
frozen
memories
but i've
said too much
no sense of touch
all this knowledge
falling in flurries
but my muse has
a bucket list
snow drifts
across her
paper
she starts
waving her arms
wanting more words
for me to extend knowledge
for her lexicon of snow blizzardly blur
with her feet on the ground not able to
fly knowing not now how strange
to explain to her that she
has opened wings
of a snow
angel
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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