My White Heaven

On a February afternoon most dreary,
I arise from my slumber feeling weary;
Out the window I gaze to look at the sight,
A million snowflakes dancing in mid-flight.

They jump and they flutter as the flakes fall,
Creating a silk sheet that will soon cover all;
For some this is a scene most tragic;
But for me the display is pure magic.

Days of skating and sledding I can recall,
Evenings of cocoa and fires to warm us all;
My longing for home returns to me anew,
To see the lake and the lights of the Avenue.

Comments

[J.D. Crane]

Original poetry, nice.....