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Anatomy of a Snow Day

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November is here as is the first snow in many parts.  Always one of my favorite times of the year.  no chance of me seeing any anytime soon but the memories are still as fresh as the snow on the ground..... 

Smoke trickles from red brick stack
Children make ready for slumber
Through the frosty panes of boudoir glass
Eyes amaze at the wonder before
Amber radiant glow of street lamp
Broken by fall of crystalline confetti
Obscuring rays and speckling ground white beneath
Sleep won’t come soon 
As preparations cease and excitement mounts
Six unblinking eyes, mesmerized
Three smiles grow wider in anticipation

Darkness’ shroud powerless to suppress
The ever thickening blanket of pureness
The sky, once grey with cloud gives way 
To hues of pink in silent tribute to a seasons’ finest hour

Adolescent lids grow heavy
In tune with the boughs of fir they watch
Sleep comes unwillingly; but with it
Dreams of silver blades and alabaster characters
Orange of nose, black of eyes with imperfect grins

Trident tracks dot the snowy surface
Evidence of the morning’s vain forage
The songbirds’ voice echoes in accompaniment 
To the celestial dance bringing dawn to the world.

“Academia on ice for the day”
A radio resonates the children’s wishes
Followed closely by a fervent scramble
 for wellies, scarves and long since lost mittens

Runners scrape trenches down every hill and  berm
The screams of white warfare, giggles from fresh angels
Jubilant reminders of unplanned vacation.

The Aroma of hot chocolate gently simmering on stoves
Is too much temptation for little cold nose
Jackets and gloves are shed in wet heaps
In favor of mugs for their hands, and a fire for their seats

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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