steam:
rising
from the aqua tea kettle, whistling me into the kitchen to brew my green tea.
from my breath as i walked to the mailbox. it’s 18 degrees.
from the hot bath i drew this morning. the perfect excuse to break into my Trader Joe’s Grapefruit & Chamomille Salt Scrub.
snow:
falling
on the trees like a Currier & Ives print
dancing
swirling
drifting
lifting
falling again
writing poetry on the the ground
in my eyes reflecting
a real-life snowglobe
heaven
i love winter.
