I tasted a snowflake on my walk today

It landed on my tongue as I was panting away

Out of shape I am,  I have to say

Because of the virus,  indoors I mostly stay

The weather was bleak,  the skies gray

Just a few snowflakes flying

A scarily beautiful display

I said a prayer of thanks to God

That I am so cheerful,  on such a miserable day

Then,  I delightfully dreamed of drinking raindrops

Come this month of May

 

By J.D. Bardo