was I ready for the snowfall
I had read about the science
but had I understood the gift
For only later did
I re-discover that we are born to play
Play it is our primary purpose
to skip & stroke kittens in the sunlightBake gingerbread men
on winter Sunday afternoons
Prepare ourselves for the snowfall
& be ready, lay in wait, for the closure
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
