Snow And Sand Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

Snow blows softly
this way and that
across the concrete

like the waves of the Pacific
where my father used to take me
on warm, summer evenings.

I close my eyes.

A crayfish tickles my heels
then wriggles into
the sun-warmed sand.

I grab my plastic shovel
and resurrect a mighty castle
in minutes.

Just as quickly
the sea flattens its sandy walls
and scatters the sand.

All that I create—
all that I am and ever will be
scatters, like the sand—

like the snow
blowing this way and that
outside my window.