Snow. Poem by Peter Vealey

I woke up
To snow.
Seen, first time
In twenty or
Thirty years round here.
Gentle flakes falling
Falling.
Thought of passing
Time.
How to live and be
In the moment.
Children playing
Timelessly with
Snowballs,
And this morning,
I am relieved
Again to wake
Up
Around warm love
And lovers.
The bogeyman
Is nowhere
Very near.
To live and
Be
Now.
Rejoice,
In that
New, new day
And snow
Is falling this morn.
Life is here now.
Not over, not parked
Not rewritten
And
Christmasses` past are
Where they belong
Snow
I woke up to fresh
Snow.