Tiny snow pellets bouncing off my sleeve,

And sitting on my glove.

I recall their presence from years before.

They coax a small smile on my lips,

While I enjoy their gentle bounce.

If I were a child again,

 I would not enjoy them more.

Today is as good as then,

As I need the smile even more.

It is important that my heart be lifted,

From the worries I bear.

My youth taught me,

That life keeps coming together,

With its unexpected joys.

Rick Wyman

© November, 2020