White flakes fall from the sky.
My eyes spring open. I jump out of bed.
The window blinds me!
I trip and fall on my head.
The television glows,
Forecast calls for inches doubled,
I’m not going to worry about that—
School is cancelled!
Put on my boots,
No time to make my bed!
I’m too busy grabbing my sled!
On top of the highest hill,
Here I go!
Ice in my eyes!
The atmosphere fills with my laughter and cries.
20 years later.
I’m shivering, freezing, coughing.
My car is slipping, sliding, skidding—
On black ice and slush.
No sense in worrying. The storm is ending.
…Another 15 inches?
The storm is here to stay,
Slush. Sleet. Hail. Wintry mix—no springtime finches.
Now I lie in my bed,
As white flakes fall from the featureless gray.
My eyes are closed. I hope and wish—
That tomorrow won’t be another snow day.