by Richard Vince
Behind the glasses of a woman
Shine the excited eyes of a child
Waiting for another night’s snowfall.
While I worry silently about
How I will get to work in the morning,
She talks in tones of wonder about
The silent white blanket she awaits.
The ice under my feet will make me
Wonder where I can tread, but
The wonder in her eyes makes them
Sparkle like the frosted pavements.
I enjoy the beauty the snow brings,
But I cannot relax while it
Lies upon the ground. I care more
About my routine, but there is
Little beauty in that.
I wish I could appreciate all this
Properly, but for now I think I will
Have to leave that to her.
Posted on 02/05/2011
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