It comes to me as images in my head…
The colors are there, the feelings and even the smells.
I see white fluffy flakes, floating down from the sky,
A sky of slate-grey that fades into white,
Disappearing into snow-covered mountains, graced with dark green tree lines.
Scents in the air of pine and fragrant brewed coffee,
Feelings of bundled warmth, cozy socked feet,
Curled up with knees nuzzled and tucked under my hoodie,
Paired with fresh crisp cold, dry against my cheeks.
Yet it is the falling snow that to me is most poignant,
A memory so beautiful I love to remember,
How it looks, how it feels, the things it welcomes in for me.
Have you ever sat and watched the snow fall?
Have you felt it hit your cheeks, dazzle on your hair,
And melt into your uplifted eyelashes?
It can be the tiniest of delicate white ice,
Clear crystals just big enough to see as it shimmers down.
It can be in clumps of soft fragile white,
Filling the air like blown dandelion tendrils.
Even though I do not have it yet, even though I am far away,
I love remembering lovely snow and how I love it falling,
And it welcomes in the pristine lovely winter season for me.