more beautiful in snow

it was a small

house

on a hill behind some trees

up a sloping

driveway.

brick 

and wood,

not a single strip of vinyl.

an old house.

with French doors,

blue shutters

almost violet.

two chimneys i could see

from the road.

a garage

further down

beyond the garden.

i used to see the woman

sitting in

the shade

with her dog, reading.

sometimes she'd wave,

before i

moved on.

it was even more beautiful

in snow.