Tomorrow

I’ll forget yesterday’s sunset tomorrow

It will be a pixelated mess of colours

Amongst a million other photos on my phone

I’ll forget the way the wind blew my hair

Out of my eyes as I looked down the mountain

At the valley I call home

I’ll forget the perfect snowflake

That landed on my nose this morning as I

Gazed into the sky and prayed for a storm

And I’ll forget the feeling of arriving home

A living room full of friends

Comfortable

Safe

Warm

I may forget these many small wonders

But I don’t believe I’ll ever lose them

Each is fleeting but beautiful

Small and yet so large to me

In the moment I have chosen

I will find the same home in new people every day

My cold nose pays tribute to the millions of snowflakes that may melt away

A calm breeze will balance out the gales that blew

And tomorrows sunset will be beautiful too.