Hiding under your umbrella

You let the snowflakes drift past you.

You’ll never know what it was like.

The soft brush of icy fingers on

Your cheek.

A coating of snow over

Your clothes; in your hair.

Underneath that umbrella

You let the world pass you by.

Letting life drift past you like

Those snowflakes.

You’re afraid that it will be cold.

That your hair will get wet.

A small price to pay for the feeling of

Wonderment you could have felt.

Hiding under your umbrella

You let life drift past you.