Sometimes I forget that snow is beautiful.
I ignore the soft, fluffy flakes,
forget the way it sparkles in the light
and piles up on things to make the world soft.
Sometimes, when a neighbor tells me how awful things are,
or I have to shovel again,
or when I slip and fall and miss my bus,
I can't see past what *****.
Sometimes I need reminding.
I need to stop, to just look and just listen,
to that gentle fall turning the world into white,
And remember that even though the world is big and cold
it's also soft,
waiting to catch my fall.
Sometimes I need to remember to sit back and look at the snow.