Snowfall
He had seen a lot of it
In his lifetime growing up here
Gently falling snow
All about the roads and fields
Each and every year it comes
Gentle and unexpected
Just like tears of ice
Somehow misdirected
He often wondered
How each year it looks so new
White and frozen, crystalline
A winter’s rendezvous
Looking out he wondered, how many
More years he’d live to see
The snow, like feathers falling
With pleasant urgency
Many stories ran through his mind
As he watched the winter’s rain
Of car rides, and family trips
of life lived through a windowpane
Memories of his so very special
now and long ago
Captured in the falling
Of precious, newborn snow
Copyright © Ryan Sheeler | Year Posted 2007
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