A proverbial picture of innocence
Arms outstretched expressing pure delight
Looking up into the myriad snowflakes falling
Letting the cold wet points land on his face
I am inside keeping warm looking out at him
Playing in the side yard across the street
He does not see me watching him
Remembering other first snowfalls of the year.
Quiet descended upon this Saturday
A time to read and reflect and enjoy the beauty
Falling crystals in the still air floating down
Heralding the unofficial start of winter.
As we wait for the precipitation to pass
Housebound on the Sabbath as if observant
As if the weather is an act of God
We welcome this opportunity for a respite day.
The boy knows nothing of the cares of the world
Bundled up in the happiness of early childhood
His moment of joy there for us to behold and embrace
A gift to us given effortlessly unaware of our eyes.
