Snow

A boot,
Stepping on a path,
Is caught and held,
In the white snow bath.

A glove,
Held soft and red,
Shivered slightly,
As the snow was spread.

A scarf,
Swished fuzzy and hot,
Was blown away,
To in the snow be sought.

A hat,
Hugging tight and knit,
Was shaken,
As the snow flew and flit.


I really love living in Utah. I will never ever ever ever move somewhere where it doesn't snow.