May Come, Come May
The snow looked like
Diamond-sparkle-glitter-sand under a hot sun
As I stood stunned by the swirl of flakes falling
And the thought of a baby on the way.
A fuzzy, warm feeling coming over me despite December
And the prospect of waiting out a long winter for May to come.
The tingle in my fingertips not from cold,
The snow looked like
Diamond-sparkle-glitter-sand under a hot sun
As I stood stunned by the swirl of flakes falling
And the thought of a baby on the way.
A fuzzy, warm feeling coming over me despite December
And the prospect of waiting out a long winter for May to come.
The tingle in my fingertips not from cold,
But from the sweet anticipation of holding him or her,
Whichever may come, come May.
photo by akluenser
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