❄Snow….Snow…Snow…❄
The forecast calls for flurries, a chance, a dusting slight,
But my old heart yearns for blizzards, a swirling, snowy night.
I check the app obsessively, refreshing every hour,
Hoping those little flakes amass, become a wintry power.
The ground is bare and brown, the sky a dreary gray,
My inner child is stamping feet, impatient for the day
When drifts will pile up high against the window pane,
And the world transforms to magic, a pristine, white domain.
I know I’m not a youngster, with snow days free and bright,
But something in that frozen dance sets my old soul alight.
The quiet hush it brings upon the land, a peaceful, soft embrace,
Erases all the worries etched upon my timeworn face.
So let it snow, let it snow, let it pile up to the sky,
These weary bones will marvel as the flakes go whirling by.
I’ll watch from my warm window, with cocoa in my hand,
And dream of childhood winters in this snowy wonderland.
