The pounding of the snow
did not look like
any “Currier & Ives” gentle painting.
It was a sudden storm,
making you glad you are alive.
It started within me a few days ago
As the barometer dropped
My wind and storm began to grow.
I did not want to set back my clock.
I did not want to be confined to house.
I was not prepared to wait
for spring like a silent little mouse.
All I wanted to do was storm and buck.
The winds grew louder.
The snow increased.
The folks were huddling on the streets.
All night long the outer storm blew
It has been said we will get an inch or two.
I watched the storm safe from inside.
I, also, watched my inner storm subside.
On awakening with an extra hours sleep
All the world was covered shades of white,
Beige, fluffy and deep.
I have resigned myself to the fact , now,
that the deep contemplations of winter have begun.
The imposing, imprisoning silences
Will have their way.
The storm will abate.
We will go ride on the sleigh.