How do I capture the silent snowfall at night
seen from my living room window?
enamoured with the light.
drifting dollops of snow,
snow plumptuously plopping onto snow
or the hush of featherflakes lighting.
An elegant and whisperous sound.
And how to convey the child-like joy,
felt then and now.
Age 8, hot summer night in West Covina, California.
With my calico cat, Elizabeth,
out under the street lights.
Catching June bugs and moths and snowflakes together. Always.
– Melinda Schwakhofer, 2013
To Elizabeth . . . . . . .