Anti Climax

I woke, icicles frozen to the window pane melting as I looked out; Snow, drifts deep on the lawn. Still crunching my toast chilled toes wriggled into damp wellies, school cap askew, I slam the back door- Sinking to my bare knees, I stumble to the gate. Along the school lane, boys snowballed shouted and slid. At Auntie’s house I stopped, my eyes seeking the upstairs window- In that room, last night, another sister new born, lay. Encore, no fraternal frolics for’ dained, for me to play.