The country road I drove down this morning looked magical.

A feathered path down its middle where the few cars had passed.

A vortex of flakes pulling me through the windshield.

Boulders, trees, leaves touched by a light dusting.

The magic messed with by industrial orange dump trucks spewing their salt,

but reemerging in a parking lot, of all places.

A perfectly formed star pulled from the sky and placed on the fleece forest of my glove.

Another and another.

In relief against the black rubber strip of my car,snowflakes

the honey colored curls of my daughter,

the harsh, manipulative world we live in.

A tiny reminder of

the awesome, wondrously made world we sometimes forget we live in.

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  1. I don’t mean to overuse the word “lovely” when I comment, but I really can’t think of a better descriptor…I sighed with a goofy smile on my face after I read this–is that better than lovely? ;P

    Thanks for sharing this moment, Jen.


    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  February 6, 2013

      I told you I’d take that any day. Sighs and goofy faces are equally welcome! Glad you enjoyed it – and came to read!


  2. Little Mighty

     /  February 7, 2013

    Very poetic and wonderfully descriptive. I felt as if I was a in wintery wonderland. I love and always look forward to your writing.



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