I Write Poetry

No Snow Today

O! How the heavens have forgotten to engage me.
It’s been so long since they’ve cried. I remember,
Sitting by the windowsill as a child,
And my sun-starved eyes would mirror,
Those dusty white flakes in all their splendour,
As they lazily tumbled down,
Softly blanketing the ground.

And my mother would sternly warn me; ‘Don’t watch or it will stop!
‘And your snowman will be a puddle out upon the crop’

I struggled to tear my eyes away; I strived. I really tried!
But maybe I gazed too long,
Because the snowman I made had died.