Sunday, March 7, 2021

Poem: Snow Day

My current home lies where the robins migrate for winter, so we don’t get a lot of snow. For a while, I was afraid that I wouldn’t get to see any in person before the season ended.

Then it came.

Of course, I was delighted, and enjoyed several walks throughout the day between reading and feeding my new bearded dragon, Xephyr “Peaches.” He can’t replace Thorin, but Xeph is adorable in his own way. He’s a little acrobat who wants to climb up everything.

I also got a chance to reflect in solitude on my first walk. Which was quite the contrast from my time living in England, when my family was a channel and half a continent away. During my one snow day in Nottingham, I went outside and watched with longing as families walked together. Now, five years later, with family closer by not always present, I don’t mind walking by myself. In fact, I quite enjoy it.


Snow Day

the way sound reverberates
in canyon

between patches
of blue and gray

covering a thousand
stretching branches

crystals beneath
a dozen robins

past the deer prints
on the road

wind until I pull
my scarf back up

back into the
numbing warmth inside

back from hunching
over a book

icicles hang
and shatter on the ground




Let’s chat! What did you think of the poem? Did you get snow this winter? Do you prefer walking with people or by yourself?


Similar poems: Ode to Winter, The First Snow, and Weird Winter Weather

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