Lightly Falling Snow

He cleared snow from the old bench
Then sat to watch the wind
Blowing snow across the fields
Some sun, and then more snow.

At home warm love and coffee
But he wasn't in a hurry.
He was deep in easy thought
His mood matching the weather

Bright sun in a small blue window
Became just a yellow glow
Behind a low thin cloud
Sunlight brushed him, and then snow

The younger him knew absolutes.
Now many truths were softened,
by a lifetime's realizations
His mind held a quiet peace


He rose and called his dog
And as he left for love and coffee
The distant trees were grayed out
By the lightly falling snow.