5 December 2010 Comments Off on snow

I clip her leash on, we walk into the snow.
My lungs breathe in the air so crisp
it is cleansing,
listening to her big paws crunch through
the icy crust.
I stand there and watch the snowflakes come down,
swirling big as though we’re in
the perfect scene of a snowglobe,
covering the dirt, the grass,
wiping the smudges away.
They fall so quickly, white rain drops
caught in my hair
and my heart beats a little more quickly
the excitement of childhood remembered.


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