On the Morning of our First Snow

nature covers mother with a

white blanket of seductive softness;

animals chill out in nests or holes or caves

waiting for others to venture out first;

fires heat the insides of dwellings

while others use their bodies to keep warm;

some play with sleds and skis while others

hunt with bows and arrows for sport;

factories delay their openings an hour yet

the more progressive do not open at all;

some cook on wooden stoves,

some on butane grills, but some

may not cook at all in urban cells;

somehow,

somewhere the news shares tall the

continued negativity that enshrouds us all;

hope shines through our minds,

like the sun through the clouds,

and each day is a blessing for those

who seem to believe more than I;

but, in my wool bathrobe I sit

in my favorite chair and on my lap

sits Piper my Siamese cat and

together we share an unspoken bond,

contentment and happiness regardless

of dire prognostications around us.

18Jan13