Freshly fallen snow
Covers world in cold blanket,
I once again wake alone.
Early morning light
Unveils frozen beauty,
I once saw in our past.
Sparkling ice crystals,
Shimmering with a glow
I once saw across a room.
Clear azure sky above,
Color of kind, sparkling eyes
I once gazed into endlessly.
Golden sunbeams reach down,
Strands of long blonde hair
I once ran my fingers through.
Tranquil untouched snow,
Smooth as soft, warm skin
I once gently caressed.
Fleeting pensive moments,
Memories of beautiful scenes,
I once and always wished for you.
Author’s Note: I was looking outside after a recent snowstorm and remarking on how beautiful everything looked in the early morning light. The snow hadn’t begun to melt yet, nor had anyone else gone outside and trudged any paths through it. Everything seemed so perfect for a moment, each little piece of the scene transported my thoughts to other seemingly perfect moments in my memories. The trouble with a beautiful winter scene is that the beauty fades as the snow and ice melt away, but fortunately the memory can endure long after.
Catharsis & Creation 