It looked like snow,
I thought it was.
I went outside to check. So fine
as to be invisible, I still must peer,
through eyes growing old,
to the huge pine
streeted above. Not sure
if it was drizzle or snow,
I pressed my nose
past patio’s edge
and watched it fall to the ground!
A snowflake large,
and pinkish, too,
it lay just out of reach.,
you see, I didn’t want to get wet,
I’m much too staid for that!
I snorted, ‘bah’, and leaned a bit,
reached slowly through the cold,
I wasn’t surprised
seeing my hand, lying beside my nose!
I stood up straight, laughed at myself,
minus a nose and a hand.
I shook my shoulders,
took a deep breathe and
jumped out into the
drizzle of rain
or the fizzle of snow,
it mattered not,
enfolded by weeping,
embraced by the cold,
my hand grabbed my nose
and I grabbed my hand
and we danced and we pranced
all around my small land,
just because…

It looked like snow,
I think it was.

Erin Moen
1/15/03
Copyright 2003 ©