Crystal
saw it in the snow
this tiny town
I know
the sugar shaker
wasn’t stingy
with the sprinkles
pure confection
didn’t matter who you were
what you’ve done
or didn’t do
rich or poor
the branches glistened
the air alive
like Frosty
mug in hand
warmer than
it’s ever been
take a drive
and window watch
boys and girls
men and women
dogs and squirrels
and there’s a stillness
in the picture
a feeling of regret …
that time you yelled
or kept on going
when you should have
turned around
the “sorry” you never said
the understanding you never felt
the time you can’t get back
and then you’re back home
taking off your coat
and kicking off your shoes
and turning the thermostat
and getting something to eat
something to drink
saying, “what a beautiful day”
and even then
the sun is coming
for the snow
TL