december

they're calling me by name

we're on the playground

it's recess

swings, tether balls, monkey bars, & jungle gym

snow is falling

i look up to the sky

snow

it feels like a privilege

that i can be there to witness

it falls in my upturned hands

it's cold in my open mouth

like dancing in the rain

i'm overjoyed

getting excited about something i used to hate

they go on playing

continue like it's nothing

i see inches of snow piled beneath their feet

they go on their business

snow crunching below

to the rhythm of the children's jumping and chanting

to the beat of a jump rope rhyme

in the bathroom after the shower

towel wrapped

talking or waiting for a message

there were pieces of frayed white towel lint

scattered on the floor like snowflakes

packing them into a pseudo snowball

before throwing them all away

she imagines the dark, navy, night

inky blue, purple amethyst, magenta, slate grey, all the colors in the mountains

in the distance, she sees them, in the distance, right there. in front of her

white snowflakes falling, sparkling, reflecting, colors of rainbow

remember in the morning? the untouched fallen snow. remember the crisp, chill air?