nestled deep inside the weird, wonderful mosaic of
grandma/sister/neighbor love:
mittens on strings (or they'd never match)
hand-me-down snow pants much too
big, hiked-up and snugged-down.
scarves: each stitch a blessing
boots and hats and extra gloves
coats zipped cozy-tight and
we are READY.
the front door opens wide
a world of possibility, shimmering white
the trees sparkle, each bare branch thick with ice
{graced by the wand of a sugar plum fairy?
or the very hand of God?}
we step out: brother, sister, i
Can you walk?
No, but i can fly
image credit: WELS.net'twas the write before christmas: check out daily prompts all week and join in. today's is "lost amid the snow."
