Waiting for Snow

White sky
Whooshing wind
Bare trees
I sit inside
And wait
Certain I’m not
The only one
For the scene
To turn upside down
Or is it right-side up?
For the white sky
To release its weight
And fall, fall, fall
To the ground below
Welcoming the waiting
Into its cold
Yet, joyful
Begging us
To stay and play
Our toes are cold
Hands are frozen
Cheeks are rosy
The warmth
Beckons us
Back inside
Our cold toes
Frozen hands
Rosy cheeks
Thaw from the outside in
Or is it from the inside out?

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