Snowflakes on the Pathway
Mango Tree

I was wearing a long, black coat
it was around the winter holidays
snow was gently falling
small flakes sitting on my wool hat
my nose, my shoulders
the cold wind makes my face rosy
my steps crunch along the pathway
I feel so alive, so refreshed by the winter
season's changes allow my body to change
to move out of mundaneness, the doldrums
I keep walking because I am so alive.