Morning Snowfall

I published this poem on Instagram last year around Christmas before I had really begun publishing my poetry and thought I would also share it here finally.

It’s mornings like these,

when snow falls steadily,
like a blanket over the city,
that I wish to stay

to stop
to pause
to breath it in
that snow smell
and to just watch it fall.

To stay cozy inside these walls with those I love most.

It is mornings like these
that I am grateful for what I have.

And being stuck at home
doesn’t seem quite so bad.

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