First Snow

The first snow came and it covered my house I was as trapped as my son's white caged mouse, My lawn was completely covered with the heavy fallen snow I was confined to my asylum, with a million places I needed to go. Outside my window I could still see the snowflakes falling One after another without hesitation or forestalling, The snow had blanketed the earth into a canvas of white I lost all reception, I was stranded, and the world was quiet. The snow that had come and it absorbed all sound As though all noises to it, could not be bound, So, I stayed indoors and sat in a chair with a great "plod! " I read books, and I wrote, and I even talked to God. Someday soon I know that this first snow will melt But, until then loneliness and solitude I alone had felt, So, I stayed in one room while trapped in my house The snow imprisoned me, I became my son's white mouse. Randy L. McClave