As the snow fell like rain
soft and fast and serious
my family of four sat in front of the fire
warmed by the presence of each other.
Soft and fast and serious
our talk ran from weather to food to walks
warmed by the presence of each other
the sight outside was miraculous.
Our talk ran from weather to food to walks
and my grown-up son winked at me
the sight outside was miraculous
so he suggested a brisk walk in the woods.
And my grown-up son winked at me
as I pulled on heavy jeans and a warm coat
so he suggested a brisk walk in the woods
just mom and son braving the storm.
As I pulled on heavy jeans and a warm coat
I felt the frosty air and fierce snow billow round
just the mom and son braving the storm
walking into woods that quietly accepted this gift.
I felt the frosty air and fierce snow billow round
as our talk swirled round us likewise
walking into woods that quietly accepted this gift
of silence loud as snow hitting bare branch.
As our talk swirled round us likewise
my son told me his thoughts and dreams
of silence loud as snow hitting bare branch
of love and fears and theology.
My son told me his thoughts and dreams
as we crunched through tender white ground
of love and fears and theology
of a young man searching for answers to life.
As we crunched through the tender white ground
soft and fast and furious
a young man searching for answers to life
warmed by the presence of each other.
