RAY GREENBLATT

Sunday Snow

As we walked for the news
the world was changing,
no contending winds
the snow had full attention.
Each living thing was
donning its own decoration,
the hydrangea reborn
in white fluffy balls.
Coo of a dove served

complement to the falling.
We bought the last paper
another unforeseen blessing,
now home to earthly oatmeal
tea and fireplace.
We could just discern
our going footsteps
the boot treads unique,
our orbit complete.