Empty Snow Day
I wish there’d been more snow this winter the pink dark sky the cascading diamonds shimmering as they tumble upon each other echoing, hush, hush, hush how I’d step out, the gentle crunch beneath the melting flakes on skin, lifting my face snow so soft, seemingly benign. How the world seems spellbound, pure, pristine, new. The next morning kids yelling, throwing snowballs, sledding, the mother who says, “You have no kids?” A shake of the head. “You don’t know what you’re missing. You are nothing till you have kids.” Thanks for that. I remember the father shaking his kid on the front lawn days after covid lockdown. I am something. More than. The mother might not agree but life is good even without-- how can she know my life? Some days are bliss. And some winters the snow falls pinks, grays, white, silent, echoing, abundant, and I dance, if only inside.
Sascha Darlington ©2023
maybe, she was probably trying to help herself a bit for being fed up at times, for having no time to herself. I think it’s wonderful to have kids, but there are drawbacks to every way of life too….
For certain, no way of life is perfect. We do what we can. Thank you.
I wanted snow
Want snow
For those who know snow
And love it
Have to live in memories
Lovely, Sascha
Stu
Tale Spinning
Thank you, Stu!
This is gorgeous writing ✨🥴.🫶🏾
Thak you so much, Jude!
My pleasure.
Good to hear from you again, Sascha. Loved the free verse.
Thanks, Mitch. I hope I am back after a few false starts.
Living in the south (southern states of America), things like this remind me of why I missing the north. … and then I think about shoveling the snow.
I’m in Virginia. We had nothing to shovel. 🙁