I sit and gaze at the legal white powder that <br />brings a smile to our children's faces. <br />I gaze and notice how quiet the town can get <br />when that first flake collapsed on the concrete. <br />I notice the lightest piece of nature can <br />tear down the largest tree branch if enough <br />rests on its already corroding bark. <br />What a glorious afternoon to sit and ponder. <br />Such freedom this afternoon provides. <br />Such happiness that overcomes my being. <br />Forgetful I become of the pain I suffer internally. <br />The pain that rests beneath the surface of my <br />shattered heart. <br />This snowy afternoon which I can't explain the <br />reason, <br />for the knowledge it contains, <br />no one knows its secrets. <br /> <br />I sit here and gaze once more. <br />Noticing the ground sit so pure, untouched. <br />I see nothing but light reflected from the sky's <br />ocean full of grey clouds. <br />The crows that soar up above look like black <br />footsteps a shadow would leave. <br />Once the sky soars into the darkness, and <br />the snow becomes unnoticed by the eyes of <br />the youth, the magic of freedom was won over <br />by the shadows. <br />The snowy afternoon was eaten away by <br />the crow's place of tranquility. <br />Now to rest, the snow can only be seen by the <br />reflection of the moon and stars. <br />The snows's only way to stay alive until the <br />sun destroys the moon's glare once again, <br />and the freedom of the next morning will take <br />over. <br />To replenish the absence of one of the earth's <br />most beautiful wonders.<br /><br />Julius Glasthal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snowy-afternoon/
