Sleet Softening to Snow

A poem on resolutions

I look outside the broad windows, 
The fluffy flakes appear suspended,
As they float gently, so gently, to the ground. 

They play on the wind, 
descending softly, 
Making no haste,

Simply enjoying the journey. 

I feel my shoulders loosen. 
Their tightness just moments before, 
The result of contemplating my crumbling plans. 

These rigid plans had fe…