Maybe Next Time
by Darren Stone

I felt a tickle on my brow
This morning as I found my path.
And glancing up, into white and pale,
I caught a snowflake on my lash.

And far away I saw another,
Carried along on a cold straight breeze.
A strange beginning for a snowfall
And curious, this early Spring.

A welcome chill begin to settle,
I pulled my collar high to my cheek....
At last, a beautiful powder will cover,
And nothing will show of my daily routine.

I held my breath for only a heartbeat,
Preparing my stride, adjusting my vision -
Another small flake on the tip of the moment,
And stepping forward, I was caught up in it.

Oh, I could see things in the spell of the snowcharm,
My dreams became clear, and my life was my own.
And my simple surroundings will soon be a postcard,
This path will be hidden in layers of snow.

I was twelve years old, so I thought, and I laughed
With two more snowflakes on my lash.
And then it stopped.


And the sky was plain.

I must hurry now, or miss my train.