Monday, December 09, 2013

POEM - Snowy Sunday

We couldn’t believe the snow
Falling and not stopping
Stacking up higher and higher
On the roofs
And the ground
Three feet then four
Every night a little more

Sunday we woke to a phone call
Cancelling church today
Need to dig out the neighborhood
Roofs can’t handle the weight

Still so strange to us
Newly arrived from the desert
This thing called weather
We only understood sunny
With occasional wet periods
That would dry up immediately
When the sun came out again
Ten minutes later

But this was something different
Clouds that came to stay
Brought with them precipitation
That didn’t dissipate

Spent that day clearing snow
To outside observers
It surely looked more like a battle
As time and again
A shovel full would just happen
To land on someone’s head
Engulfing them in frozen flakes
Igniting a resumption of projectiles
Quickly crafted and assembled
Then launched in rapid fire

Gleeful mischief abundant


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