A pelting of ice jingles against my window pane..musical-sweet childhood memories.
the sound softens. I can FEEL it changing form…
a softness surrounds me-comforts me.
i am snowblind deep in the forest. I am young,free.
I giggle,stick out my tongue to taste its beauty
Long ago, this was my world.
i watch the different shapes of whiteness fall softly on my black coat.
We are one, the snowflake and i- beautiful for a moment, catch me if you can!
Magic-and i own it- Just for a blink in time,yet the memory lives on.
if only i could make the world so beautiful and innocent once more.
beebeesworld 
Judy said,
February 24, 2015 @ 3:58 am
Your words evoke such sweetness and longing. Reading it has me feeling hopeful and innocent again. I sense a lot of hope within this – it’s beautiful, Brenda.
beebeesworld said,
February 27, 2015 @ 1:56 am
Thanks, Judy. Kind words are always appreciated
Sandra Bennett said,
February 24, 2015 @ 4:21 am
Lovely !!
beebeesworld said,
February 27, 2015 @ 1:57 am
Thanks for reading, San.Love ya
simon7banks said,
February 24, 2015 @ 10:39 am
Beautiful and evocative. Thanks.
beebeesworld said,
February 27, 2015 @ 1:57 am
Thank you!
Enigma said,
February 27, 2015 @ 2:41 pm