white {and a poem}

it was snowing last night when i went to bed and still snowing this morning when i woke up. i was captivated by it the whole time—mesmerized as i stared out the window in the dark and the light. so i wrote this poem on this saturday morning about the snow from friday night until morning, starting in the middle, then flashing back further to the evening before, and then forward to dawn.

layers of white

layers of white
have covered my world
all while my thoughts
in dreams became swirled.

all in the cover of dark
through the night
yet easily seen
as street lamps shed their light.

all while i sat
drinking in of spiced wine
going into week’s end—
five whole days at the grind.

now saturday’s here
and everything’s right
for my world has been covered
in layers of white.