Day 70

Outside My Room

On the snow outside my room it seems
someone is drawing
someone is creating
on the pure brilliance of snow.
The sun reflects back at me
only to blind me from what I can see
because I never wear sunglasses.

The slush, the snow, the rain, the mud, the water,
ice tunnels, snowmen, snow forts, snow angels
drawn in the snow, created in the snow.

Outside my room...
childhood innocence remains.