Blizzard

Throughout that cold winter morning,

    while I rhythmed and rhymed

    scratching images across paper,

 silent snow had steadily fallen

    heaping against doorjambs,

    peering through lighted windows

 until suddenly aware of muted sound

     I turned and looked.

 

 The world was flocked and floating,

    wonder beckoned, fingers to palm,

    hurried me into coat and gloves

 and out of stupefying warmth.

  Outside, winter's crisp cold breath

   and a dazzlement of flurries

   met me, kissed me into giggles

swept me away.