poetry

Where Will the Curves Take You?

Winter snow blows in unexpectedly on a cold winter day turning the sky from white to gray. Flurries cascade down softly as the trees stand still catching everyone that falls. The chill in the breeze freezes the ground leaving black ice on the road.

What can one do except dream of driving to a place where it is warm and snow free. Where does the curve lead? What awaits one beyond it? Snow graces everything beautifully, but the green in the trees can still be seen, they never took their winter’s nap until Spring.The grass that sleeps beside the road which curves to an unknown destination relaxes under the white blanket quietly. Nothing crawling in and out to disturb it; must be blissful.

One never knows when snow is going to blow in and leave her white powder all over everything for us…