By: Heather Nanni
Born as snow fell with winter in his soul
he welcomes her.
As soft flakes fall from charcoal skies
he listens to her whispered messages
carried by winds that rattle frozen branches
and cast their icy coats onto the frozen ground,
playing the sound of tinkling bells.
And he presses his nose against frosted window panes
and peers inside the warm homes
aglow with firelight.
And he understands that too.
But he is winter’s child
and with her he will play on the other side.
Outside where those within splendid homes