Snow says

I sit and contemplate the burning bush through the front window.  It is positioned between the Christmas tree, slated to be re-boxed on Saturday, and the nativity scene which will also be stored away.  But now... it's almost as if I had planned the way the snow is suspended on the burning bush.

The snow stays suspended

Between the branches

Of the burning bush.

It is warmer today.

Slightly warmer.

Still

The snow has parked itself

On the lowest branches

Because I can

Snow says

My turn

Snow says

To inhabit the bush.

Something has to keep it warm

Snow says

Warmth is found

In many forms.

With enough imagination

Sometimes even

In me.