Old man winter came
in the middle of the night
and danced his jig leaving a blanket of snow.
I left work, coat draped over my arm smelling spring in the air.
I crawled into bed thinking of spring
Six hours later,
heavy and sticky
perfect for building snowmen.
And I never saw one flake fall from the sky.
The snow just seemed to appear like magic.
And I feel as though I’ve missed out on something.
A grand event happened outside my window
and I hadn’t a clue.
I was too busy sleeping.
I wonder how often this has happened
where something curious,
or breathtakingly beautiful
has happened in my immediate vicinity,
and I was too involved in my own little world
Until it was over.
And I was witness to the effect
and not the causation.