Real snow

It is light snow, yes, but finally the real stuff.  Today is a home day, an inside consider the prospects home day.  My beloved is off interviewing someone for a new position.   My daughter is in school.  It is the cat and the turtle and me.  Yesterday was enveloped in anxiety tinged with sadness.  Today is outlined in snow.  Finally the real stuff.

Here it is finally:

Real snow.

It covers the grass,

Gives dimension to the black branches

Out back.

Snow clings to the tops

Of all things outside.

It asks to be drawn

In words,

In charcoal drawings.

It demands

To be gazed upon,

Run through with abandon

Like the squirrels.

The ducks climb the hill

Across the way,

Gather for the spread corn,

Corn which finally has a reason

For being.

Finally

Real snow.

Finally there is purpose

For winter things,

For winter white,

Finally real snow

To cling to everything

Outside.