Tuesday in December

Its a tuesday 

in December.

It is snowing.

Snow sitcking

to the branches

of the Cold 

brown empty

trees.

Making the

hard

lonely

trees

look 

like soft

cotton.

The softest 

cotton

that

you 

could

jump

in.

Its an

Art to make

something

look

soft 

that is 

not.

As I

look 

at my 

face

in 

the reflection

of the 

window

I see

my 

face getting

harder

older.

But inside

I feel

as soft

as the snow

on those branches.

I would

like

to give

you 

credit,

but

The credit

is mine

to keep.

This is

my

Tuesday

in December.