Snow
White powdery substance
It feels like
A soft sensation
What a delight
Childhood
I used to play
In the snow
Why don’t I anymore?
I don’t know
Growing older
A blessing and curse
I yearn for more
But as a child
I was never spiritually poor
Life
Never take it for granted
Like the snow
It will be here one day
But gone the next
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
Message In Stanza 
So true. Enjoy life.
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Absolutely true words, Carly and the snow is so beautiful one can easily lie there all covered like a white blanket. Great poem.
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…And gone the next. So beautiful and true ❤️
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