Snow Days of Winter Storm
The first day it snowed
I stayed in bed and
covered my head.
The second day of snow
I peered out of my window and
on the pane drew hearts and
wrote your name, again and again
in the vapor trail as they trickled
away like lost tears...
Ahh, but on the third day as the
snow lay quiet and beautiful, I went
out side, and made snow angels,
so you would know when you passed by,
I still knew,
how to be happy!
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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