Poem - A Saturday Snow

snow in my hair
so soft and dear
i can hear the wind whispering
softly in my ear
little brown birds
crossing the paths
off the little round footsteps
i left in the grass
the sky is light purple
and bleak shades of gray
all of the children
came outside to play
with my hands in my pockets
and knees to the ground
i could see the snow bright
as i looked around
i scooted on over
to lean against a tree
and above all else
happy as can be
but in the time being
feeling so free
i couldn't help but want him
to be right there next to me