What is there left for me to wish for when snowflakes don wings and float to the ground from brighter stars winter light, wrapped and twisted into stalactite spears on the roof? Do I wish for the sun to come again? To turn this night into a flowing brook the snowmen slipping away, a carrot carried by the current to the roadside? The salt comes up on the windshield the sun becomes a wall to drive toward. I'm blinded as I drive today; though the sun is only trying to shine for me; still, it could get me killed if I look. There are stockings at home now, a fire is roaring, the sound of laughter in another room, drifts in all sneaky, like peppermint into cocoa. All the cards are on display here, by a tree wrapped in tinsel, blinking, blinking; and I am staring and outside the snowflakes losing wings, collapse to the ground in tiny sighs; the wind is in the trees sounds of laughter in another room. The snow capped mountains of marshmallow have sunk into the cocoa; the candy cane has lost all of its color, there are sounds of laughter from another room. When do you come in, smiling, to say how wonderful Christmas has been so far, don't you think? And the snow? How lucky for us to have snow this year. "The kids are having a snowball fight." Maybe I will go watch them through the window, maybe I will stay with the fire, the cocoa and the laughter in the other room as it moves outside, with all the rest of the beauty. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
