The snow falls outside the window.

The baby who has cried for the last two hours,

now sleeps in my arms.

His sister in the kitchen,

with grandma,

making pies.

Their mother is on her way back,

after some needed time away.

The dog sleeps next to us on her bed,

wondering about this infusion of life on a Sunday afternoon.

Meanwhile, the snow,

oblivious to these little dramas – continues to fall,

blanketing the world outside.

as you are in my arms.

 

© words by Dan DeMarle 2/2/2020