Remembering Snow Days

This piece is a textual representation of what I was thinking this morning when I woke up to a snow day. My university classes are cancelled for today and it reminded me of what it felt like to be a kid on a snow day playing outside. This poem is meant to represent how I have grown up and while I still play in the snow sometimes, I also appreciate having a day to stay inside all warm and tucked in bed with some hot cocoa while avoiding my adult responsibilities.

Mothballs and spindled nests,

clumping on the ground.

Let's play! Let's dance!

My inner child skips around.

One, two, seven, neuf!

My feet go up and down.

The wet and soft puff

makes little to no sound.

 

Until a crunch, thud, scrrrrrape!

It seems we hit some ice!

I slip and fall, my mouth agape,

but the view is pretty nice.

I see the sky, a grey escape,

and rub my eyes twice.

I gaze around and contemplate,

but my blankets will suffice.

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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