Childhood's Simplicity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Snow falling into this poetical imagination as I write of
it's beauty spreading across inner stretches of intellect,
landing in drifts up against thoughts like trees in the
forest.

Tantalizing inner desires of childhood to jump into them,
make snowballs and throw them like ideas and concepts at
abstracts that fall in between notes and rhythms, sticking
on their surfaces like wonder and tender memories of old.

Taking this mind home where life was simple, giving an
innocence of purity that's white as the snow, alighting in
intellect this very moment, delivering me from the present
with snowflakes of heartfelt love and caring from parents
and family I miss so incessantly today.