at first,
I didn't know what it was
this white blanket covering the earth.
I fell over and it was cold.
three years on,
I learn to build things
and we make a tall tower with it.
I gaze up, enraptured.
five years on from that,
I go out and make one of my own
because I don't need help anymore.
and it is my own.
two years on,
and I admire the beauty of it
as it dances lightly through the sky.
I am mesmerized.
twenty years on,
I look out the window and sigh
because the drive will need clearing again.
and remember the days I had time to play with it.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
it snowed for the first time in years today! I built snowman, snowwoman and snowdog!
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
