Just Enough

Snow, what does that simple four letter word bring to your mind? Does it make you giddy with excitement as you  plan your ventures out into the fluffy white matter? Or does it fill you with dread as you plan your day knowing that driving will be hazardous? Do you savor the sense of coziness as your family settles in for the duration? Snow, it has an effect on everyone.

I woke up one morning a couple of weeks ago and discovered it had snowed in the night. It was the perfect snow. It was beautiful, but it didn’t last long as the temperatures rose. It was gone shortly after lunch. It was just enough of a taste to remind you of the beauty of snow without all the tiresomeness of lingering dirty snow. It inspired this poem.

Just Enough

In the dark,

the flakes

drifted and settled

as they nestled

into every nook and cranny.

snow 1Morning sun slowly revealed

the painted landscape

created in the night.

Look quickly!

Drip! Drip! Drip!

The frozen crystals

slip away.

It was a short visit,

                                                                                           just enough

                                                                                          to let us remain friends.table