Jan 2007

The Promise of SnowI wake up early, see the sky

I wake up early, see the sky
And feel the air just touch me
I close my eyes to wonder why
What makes it possible to see

I smell the air and it is fresh
With the promises of snow
I smile and really must confess
It is where my hope will go

I wake up again, as from a dream
As if something has to show
I open my eyes unfulfilled
Of promises of Snow