National Poetry Month, v.7.0, day 9

So, here we are in the weekend, and it's a chilly day.  So, why not write about it?  Yeah, it's a simple task today - not for any other reason than to explore the small thoughts.  I like writing about the small things.  A bird, a sunset - it doesn't matter what, really, but I find that small things and little moments make the world look a lot different to me.  The grand times are wonderful - there is no question about that.  We define our lives by how we perform and what we do in those larger moments - when we shine for all to see, but we do most of our living in the small times, the brief things that perhaps go unnoticed.  I don't feel like I'm changing the world when I notice the little things in my life, but I do enjoy those little moments.  They make a sometimes dimly lit world a lot brighter for me.  Even on a snowy spring day.

Thanks for reading,

Me

snowy spring day

silent giant clumps fall to the ground,
beautiful and deadly,
a look celebrated in december
and loathed in april,
when the crocuses are poking through
the first of the verdant grasses
and the birds are nesting in the 
just-budding trees.
outside my window, 
the world freezes as it turns today,
and i long for the warm thoughts
that come to me in dreams.