One lands on a rosy little cheek, another on a delicate eyelash.
Wonder and amazement flicker from their young, happy eyes.
Giggles and coos echo through the stillness.
Their discovery of snow.
Crisp
Clean
Cold
Working it between their mittened hands.
Squealing at the shocking cold of it on their tongues.
A puff of breath hits the chill- it hangs for a moment- and is gone.
Our life a vapor.
We can't hold onto it forever,
We must let go- allow the cold to melt
Sink
Warm
Sprout
Warm
Sprout
Life is a beautiful blossom
Held gently in an open palm so as not to crush it.
Little faces. Humbled and in awe.
Simple
Innocent
Pure
I close my eyes and try to feel it too.
The sun breaks through a heavy gray cloud.
Rays bursting between poplars and aspens
Warmth piercing my very soul.
We sit in the snow, not feeling the cold.
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