Poetry

Laying in Snow

The light cold wind whips around the snowflakes,

above my weary head, like a halo—

shimmering, sparkling, keeping me awake.

My back gone cold; I lie down in mellow.

My heavy eyes fluttering closed with my—

wandering youthful mind bouncing along

a road. My mind caught by the starlit sky

as I sit creating a soothing song—

in my mind, dancing freely within me.

Oh no! I realize I should have moved.

My fingers and toes gone numb, my carefree

spirit sadly at fault. Mom disapproved–

of me not wanting to take the road home.

But nature called within, I had to roam.