Destination Snow –Sonnet #52
In red snowsuit she’s headed for snow
Hands on window ledge grin spreading
Crisp, warm contrast to the white ice below
Ready for snowmen, angels and sledding
Her boot plunges till its up to her knee
A little red puff suspended in ices
She’s moving slow so I let her go free
She reaches for whatever entices
Momma pushes snow out of the drive way
Scraping the bottom till seeing pavement
Then my child cries loudly ending her play
Red cheeked and cold, her posture slightly bent
We drink hot tea away from the wind’s blow
Yet soon we will crave destination snow
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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