All the little things
Late night drives
And snowflakes on our tongues.
Talks in the hotel room,
And Martinelli’s in bath tubs.
Beautiful people
And beautiful sights.
Happy little laughs
And snow in the headlights.
Running free in the snowy fields
And chasing a silver sunset.
The beauty of winter
And a vibrant fall palette.
All the little things,
From the smiles to the views,
I’m glad you came,
I love you.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community