Snow Poem

blue lion yawns distance is the dawn  the back of the night arise it wont be long
crystals and   white snow bellows    quietly in the road
window hast  the time to the hour glass
why not speak to what hasnt been mowed
morning candel wick  lit
a frosty welcome sign
wendy im home
falling flakes in my  tomatoe soup
outside  lies an angel sunrise