Sunrise on a snowy Sunday fills my heart with joy

Looking outside my window and sitting with my wee boy

Swirls of wispy frozen flakes fly and fall

Snuggled in my crimson blanket, hugging me like a shawl

I surrender to silent solitude, mesmerized, enthralled

And all the while I find

As I settle in my cozy mind

Day dreaming and wondering

What would the snow say, if it could talk?

I don’t think it would utter a peep.

It would simply let its’ actions speak.