The day broke with snow flakes
Filling the sky with powdery white
Blanketing the earth inch by inch
A few steps made only by the mailman’s feet
Everyone is inside, surrounded by the heat
Sipping hot cocoa in Christmas sweaters
A few birds whisk on by, battling the cold best they can
As early night sneaks over the skies
Youthful eyes watch with wonder
Pressed against the window waiting…
Orange glows from each house window
As dinner is eaten, the snow begins to tapper off
Like the last notes from a song
The crisp air swirls with frost
Seeking warmth, slipping through cracks
Calling children’s attention… “can we play now” they both ask
The day is black… the ground is white
Only a hint of the mailman’s feet are left
But its winter time, so mom says “yes”
Bundling up her bundles of joy with layers on top of layers
They dash through the screen door into the serene night
Falling into the earth’s blanket
With runny noses and cold fingers
They’re making angels come to life
Can you hear the sound of children playing in the night?
Its wintertime