Hour Four

A child’s breath,
A pain of glass,
Foggy inside and out.
Crystallized water droplets outline wooden casements, a spider’s web of shiny white.
A wintry day stuck indoors the outside world a flurry.

Warm air meets cold,
A film of dew,
Fingerprints dotting.
Funny faces and curlicues drawn upon a clear page, patterns running into each other.
The treetops covered drooping by the weight.

A chilled breeze,
Obscuring the sight,
Pellets of ice bouncing.
Outside, the world is quiet, muffled by a blanket draped, covering all it touches.
Icy roads unsafe to cross.

The image of a child,
Pouting and sad,
Only wanting to play.

Dreams of snow forts, angels, sleds, throwing snowballs, skating on frozen ponds.
Playing with friends.

Long winter days,
Hot chocolate and marshmallows,
Videos and games.

The first day of winter has arrived, the promise of snow and days growing shorter.
Indoor days no fun for little ones.

A child at the window,
Sad eyes looking out,
Almost wishing for grass.