a silent storm

in my sleep
i am awakened by the snow's quiet fall
its landing, a welcome
excitement

tomorrow's snowman waits
for me,
anticipating his
carrot nose


an excited 4-year-old
has planned out the raisin belly
button our Frosty
is destined to wear

the dampened sky
is a whitish gray fog,
determined to keep us in-

in my sleep
the snow's invisible sound
starts something
adventurous

and I come alive,
a 4-year old
drawing plans for an igloo