Plans are cancelled and new ones made as
the white sky releases heavy flakes from its mouth
falling faster and heavier than those who told us what’s coming
Layers are donned
hats, scarves, gloves, boots
all that remains a nose, two eyes
peeking from within fortification.
Bounding down the back steps and
into the white, crunching
packing and molding
sled runs and igloos and
people of the snow.
And when the cold and wet work their way into bones
and bellies beg for food
a bursting through the door, disrobing
and so much more than nose and eyes beam at me in delight.
Hats, scarves, gloves, boots
some hung, some tossed to the towel laid upon the floor
contentment hovering in the air.
Did the weather forecasters know this would come too?
No one really knew
what today would hold until
the holding had all been held
and then we knew. We really knew.
Sending a little love your way, m
8 thoughts on “Who Knew”
I think you’ve been getting the storms that miss us, you lucky duck.
This reads so poetically. Xo
How I wish I was there!
you never know… that’s what a snow day can remind us of… beautiful words and the noticing… that’s my favorite part!
Your words ring so true. We never really know what a day will hold. I can just hear them bursting into your kitchen! Have a wonderful day!
Lovely, Michelle, like Jane, I felt as if I was sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of tea, watching it all unfold.
Gorgeous words Michelle, I felt I was there too xx
beautifully written. sending a little love your way too xo