you magically make 3am bright
your fresh, pure flakes muffle the world
the universe accepts your invite to slow down, stillness is all around
you blanket my little part of the world, allowing a new beginning, a chance to start over if we want to
you provide the pieces for unlimited imagination of forts and men, who bear your first name
your flakes gently fall on my runny nose, I pause, look up and wonder if you are alive, as I feel you emit your own energy
you reflect my thoughts as you reflect the moonlight
you insulate the stillness I have curated in this busy world
thank you snow
The Lefty Writer 