finally snow

In the snow, where my boys play, 

right close to the land I hold dear

in the snow I undress my feelings of lost, of unclarity, of lack of judgement. 

In the snow I let them, right beneath the snow man, whom my little ones named Salami. It is their laughter, their voices, their hands their smiles and their cry that give me power and guidance. 

In the snow I let my stubborness be, In the snow I send my uncontrolled emotions and in the snow I turn to what is real.