Hope for Snow
Tinkle of chime, of time, of blizzard blast.
The kids are off and hope for snow to gush.
The skies are scanned with hopeful overcast.
Return to school where teachers rule and crush?
The teachers lie, they’re paycheck low - want snow.
Attention scowl would pass with gassy clouds.
An arctic blast would cause their cheeks to glow;
Call buses fast, and cheer the plucky crowds.
The tender swirl of flakes, pug noses pressed
against the icy breath of Jack Frost’s muse.
The bump and toss, the smudge of Winter’s zest.
Imaginations clip, as yellows cruise.
Angels, in divine white, do flap each wing.
Their mirthful shake upon the earth’s offspring.
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