Written: December 13, 2025
Laughter glistens off snowbanks
Sounds soak into the softness
Chaos stills–life in a snow globe
Snow cream, a nap by the fireplace,
A basketball too depressed for the storm
Zombies consume the mailbox
Walks through the wood to the frozen pond,
Not to skate, but to breathe in the still.
Cold hands in spite of gloves
Frost-nipped noses and strawberry cheeks
Nothing but warmth and love inside
Even the fighting takes a breath;
Turns out the snow absorbs that, too.
Furry friends with flake-kissed ears stand in wait
Listening for melting beads to drip through the day
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