All around nothing but white
But everywhere you look you can see signs of life
A snowman dressed with grandpa’s old clothes
The little children make frosty with a smiling pose
The joy of life can never be more present
The presence of snow is always its own link
It shows us there is more to life than we idly think
As a blizzard prevents all work and movement
Children are free to play with nature freely
To take it a minute at a time
Building sleighs, angels, and snowballs
Parents laugh and reminisce as they recall
Their life, their stories, their own meaning
They see the little ones they used to be
If there was ever a time to be happy
Snow always knows when to come
Christmas at home
With the spirit of Jesus they are never alone
The hearts of children remember love
As Momma – Santa brings forth a bundle of toys
Children remember with snowfall comes joy
* I love writing about the seasons. This poem was published in a poetry anthology back in 8/3/15.
