Winterland

Through the window I can see them fall
Through the window I can see that no two are the same.
They sway threw the air as if they are dancing

Eagerly I watch them glide down the window pain,wondering who will slide down the fastest.
Pressing my face against the cool glass,
Feeling the crisp air through the mirrored wall

The phone rings.
I freeze, dead in my tracks. Could it really be…
SNOW DAY!

I dash to the closet, gloves in hand.
Snatch my puffy blue coat
Shove my sparkly boots into place, and slap a hat on my head.

Opening the door with all my might.
The wind hits me like a brick wall, slapping me in the face
But I don’t care. I am now surrounded by them.

I gallop down the driveway
I race under the big oak
Spinning, twirling, arms opened wide

There everywhere,
Covering the oak like a soft blanket
I feel safe under her protecting branches.

I feel them all around me
I feel them on my face
I take off my already damp glove hoping to have a treasure float onto me.

I gasp; I have never seen anything more beautiful.
It stays only for a few seconds then sinks into my warm palm.
Then I stand in silence in this wonderful winterland.