It glistened there


The bitter cold
Made walking bold.
We waited still
And fought off chill.

Then in one night
To kids’ delight,
The snow arrived.
Excitement thrived.

The shovels drawn
Did cover lawn.
The winter glaze
A frosty haze.

The scoop up tried
With skin so dried
But piled tall
Made little haul.

So from inside
By window side,
We saw it lay
A dreamer’s play.

It glistened there
In frosty air.
With gentle smile
We gazed a while.

Tomorrow’s fun
Will shine in sun.
Shovels return
Muscles will burn.

But giggles glee
Will light for me
That nippy cold
A dig out bold.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, January 30, 2015

Image: Snowy park borrowed from The List of Love