“When The Snow Falls”
When the snow falls,
quiet and soft,
silent and white,
whispers trickle
through the flakes,
I hear your gentle voice,
smell your lavender fragrance
taste your accepting lips,
touch your silky hair,
see your scintillating eyes
and
feel your compelling presence.
It is then that I miss you most
of all.
-Donald L. Vasicek
ORD COURTHOUSE EARLY MORNING SNOW