From my window
I keep watching the snow —
it’s falling fast now,
large flakes swirling
forcefully from the south,
waves of it rushing
to catch up with itself,
covering footprints
as if it could fall fast enough
to outrun the coming rains
which will wash it all away
swift as it came

(I went out for long enough
to get my face wet
catching snowflakes in my mouth and hair —
I felt like I owed it
a longer homage
but I was also drawn
to the hearth fire.)

©Wendy Mulhern
January 15, 2020