Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying
the memories from the past
through the present into
a future laid bare in our hands.
Silence precedes the chaos
we create, but until that
moment the silence is unsettling,
daunting, and disarming.
Snow comes first with a
message of peace and hope
a subtle warning from the
winds originating beyond
our sight but forever
buried in our minds
as their words become clearer
the closer we are to nature.
Remember when you were little and we used to put our faces to the window to watch the first snow fall?
I still every time the snow flake falls reminds me of you
I do remember eagerly awaiting the very first snowflake and then calling grandma. I still get excited waiting for the snow.