Snow plows and shovels
Clop-clanging on concrete
Disturbing the reverent silence as we
Learn the days breaking story,
The forecast, the details all
Measured in inches
Right down to the hub.
Exposures and closures
Await smiling children with
Thoughts of sown angels,
Snow forts and snow battles in
Mittens and mufflers with
Snowmen companions, they
Race hills and canyons of
Fresh fallen flurries.
No workday to bother,
No wretched commute, just
A clearing of sidewalks
To get to the curb, then
Watching the splendor, the
Trees dippy-dancing.
I sip my hot cocoa
And quietly smile.
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