Snow Day
If I knew how to paint
I think I’d know how a painter feels in front of an empty canvass.
Fluffing the bristles and imagining what is about to happen.
My empty canvass is a field,
freshly blanketed with 11 inches of spring snow
so wet you could wring it out like a wash cloth.
I know its 11 inches. I measured
I know it’s soggy. I shoveled.
I know how the artist must feel.
A sculptor uncovers what’s hidden in stone.
A painter fills empty space with cobalt blue
and burnt-umber beauty.
My kids and I will turn this blank canvass
into a snow fort, a snowman family
and a half dozen snow angels.
Then it will be time for cocoa
with marshmallows, like tiny snowballs, melting too soon.
It’s a snow day and oh, the possibilities.
Jeff Hildebrandt © 2005
Copyright © Jeff Hildebrandt | Year Posted 2005
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