by Emmaline Winter
The snow came in on little cat feet
fluffy and white.
Seeming out of place
against the purple gray steel of the sky.
They call it A WINTER STORM
but it was nearly silent.
The quiet hiss of almost nothing
landing on the grass.
Standing at the window
I watched it fall.
The sight of the flakes filling me with joy
just as they fill up the road.
Nothing is not nothing
when it makes me feel like this.
I never get bored
of watching for those first few flakes.
Anon
