Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)

Saturday Snow

snow in my hair

so soft and dear

i can hear the wind whispering

softly in my ear

little brown birds

crossing the paths

off the little round footsteps

i left in the grass

the sky is light purple

and bleak shades of gray

all of the children

came outside to play

with my hands in my pockets

and knees to the ground

i could see the snow bright

as i looked around

i scooted on over

to lean against a tree

and above all else

happy as can be

but in the time being

feeling so free

i couldn't help but want him

to be right there next to me