Who threw the glitter
on the ground?
Or is it my imagination?
No, I think not.
For I know this is real,
and no on has that much glitter.
But still, I gaze with wonder
at the glittering snow.
It glitters as we pass by.
The sparkles come and go,
with each inch.
Then, they're gone.
Extinguished by shadows.
Soon reappearing,
as the shadow passes.
I cannot turn my gaze from the snow,
for it has birthed new dreams in my mind.