Before the storm,
Weather channels announced the "coming of a winter blast". Preparations were made, snowblowers in high demand. Most people snuggled indoors waiting for the event.
Fill your day with cozycalm,
Then, the Storm Came.
Snuggled in blanket-warmth,
white powder masses paraded in.
masked the entry.
Daylight Quietly Opened
before the rush to
dismember its stilled existence.
Why do we quickly tear down the beauty of winter snow
to enjoy the convenience of passing streets?
When I was a child, it seemed that snowstorm pile-ups were left untouched for days. The sheer beauty of pristine snowscapes remains in my mind as a remembrance of winter peace.
Snow was falling
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
I turn my Slice of Life thoughts over to Two Writing Teachers
in gratitude for their community of writers.