For the last two weeks running we’ve had snow days, those wonderful interruptors of every-day life. Though I have to admit this picture is from a couple of years ago because mostly its rained this year.
Lingering
content as the radio drones on with cancellations.
Trading the
prison warden’s orders of routine
for the
crystalline novelty of unhurried, un-rushed leisure.
The world drifting off in its first dreamless sleep
A snowy,
wintery frozen kind of bliss.
The house
its own deserted island, locked in an
ice flow in a thick sea of white.
Who can
resist the knock of winter’s icy rap against the door?
Out, out to
see nature’s mastery.
But
we are not the first to worship.
The
mouse, cardinal, rabbit—
each left an offering of seed and bark and fruit.
each left an offering of seed and bark and fruit.
The
snow plow rounds the corner.
The
diesel rumble clears the path for yesterday’s cares to find our
door.
Quick! Pull the wind cord.
Let Nature frolic
one
more blessed snow day.
