THE LAST SNOW
Watching Each lonely flake …..
Thoughts of happier snows
Linger and play with my thoughts.
when sight of this white magic
Would leave me rushing to touch …..
Now only thoughts of distant past times
Travel like little snowballs in the air.
Each flake so small to start
Floats, drifts and lands –
No plan, no pre-conceived order or pattern
Just random – awaits the creamy chorus of the song.
Morning: wind blows the final white soft floury layer
Across the field like a dancing spirit.
Will this last snow entice the curious one again?
While restless excited youth
Gathers material for an almost human-like creation
A quick snapshot captures the moment
As my thoughts cascade after each fall
until i lose sight of this last snow.
Jaquie Smith
February 2021