The Comfort Of Snow Poem by Victoria Gauci

The comfort of snow has fallen upon
The greens outside my windows,
A cover of white between the blades,
The clouds are making shadows,

The furnace is on to heat the house,
Where I sit and write this down,
I want the snow to cheer me up,
And remove this awful frown,

A squirrel is seeking out his food,
And taking it to his nest,
He climbs up high into the tree,
I imagine his view is best,

I often wonder about this life,
And where it's taking me,
Maybe life would be more exciting,
Living in a tree.

That way I would be so far,
So high above it all,
But then again,
I think I'd be
So afraid to fall.