It may be the last chance
To delight in snowflakes falling
in the night sky
Landing on my face
Like kisses when you’re falling in love
Let the cold come quickly
Wind, come and stir our spirits
to the new that is trying so hard
to emerge.
I opened the door of my heart to see
And suddenly ….
there it was
Joy on my doorstep
Piling up on the branches
of trees that hold the stories of
snows that have fallen here before.
They lingered in memory just for
this day.
Waiting on snow
Like waiting on love
Arriving like
Joy on my doorstep
Unpredictable and
perfectly on time.
Vona Rose Wilson 2/17/2025
Life in the Deep End 