Does it snow in heaven?

It snowed today.
I walked out in stocking feet
Felt the burn of it between my toes
Held a pinch of frozen water between my fingers
And wondered
Does it snow in heaven?

I couldn't help but think
Could this be the last time I will feel snow?
In springtime, will that be the last time I will see wild flowers
Pushing up from the dirt?

Will that be the last time I see a persons face
When we turn and walk away from one another.
Will the memory of that remain with me,
Will the sound of their voice?

Will I recall the feel of the wind against my face?
The caressing warmth of the sun as I peer into the sky.
Will that majestic blue, the soft fluffy clouds floating by
Be the last I will ever see?
Or will I become part of them?

Do we take the time to realize?
That last hug from a friend might not come again.
Or that final passionate kiss,
The words I'm sorry, or I love you.

Bird song, or the stink of skunk along side the road
Which ones will I never hear, smell or see again?
Which are the last times for remembering.
Will there be a few more tomorrows
Or has the last candle been lit?

Still wonder
Will it snow in heaven?