Snow, My First
Snow, My First
I laughed all the way.
It was so cold.
The man said, eight below with the wind.
I don’t think I needed to hear that.
But I was mesmerized by the reality of it.
Tiny perfect flakes, fell.
First on the windshield, then you stopped the car.
We got out. My face to heaven, I knew…
What it was to see miracles, perfect miracles…
Like stars in the sky at night,
Only these,
Broad daylight… (Wow!), and touchable.
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