Poem: Snow Day

I snuggle deep into my sheets

Like a child. Blinds closed,

Anticipation high, for I know

In the morning I will push them

To the very top of the glass,

To let the blinding white light

Of last night’s magical snowfall

Fill my tiny room,

And stand there mouth agape,

Breath taken away again

By the tiny, delicate flakes

That fill the cold New England winters

I have come to love so dearly.

 

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