it probably snows in heaven, too

i watch my boys laugh and roll
and tumble in the snow

piled a foot high and a mile wide,
the sun is blinding against the white

like we were all just meant
to shut our eyes and jump into the pile.

softly the sense that she is here
overcomes me and i smile

as the tiny specks of dusty cold
swirl around us in the fun

i realize
that it probably snows in heaven, too.