• I wanted to write a poem about the snow
    How the small white flakes
    Drift
    Slowly
    Down
    To
    Earth
    Covering the world
    In a white blanket
    But the Image I had in my head
    Was frozen there
    The paper lay there
    Blank
    Like the white canvass
    The Winter world becomes
    waiting for the Spring
    To come and paint it