afternoon becomes night
i am 4 years old
the snow falls
beautiful snow
dry and warm
soft silk powder
momma brings me in
i call dad "its snowing!"
i wake Harlen
in his dark trailer
we watch together
he walks me back to grandmas
unaware of the death
the destruction
there is only awe
Mirah - Mt St Helens
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22