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Waiting for Snow

A light sprinkling, a dusting of confectioner’s sugar over the neighborhood,

Is all we’ve seen so far of snow. We hear of snow storms further north,

Watch the trucks with plow attachments hurry away

To pave the snow from other towns further north,

But so far, we’ve seen nothing but a light sprinkling of snow

And patches of ice on the sidewalk.

I want it to snow so my children can play outside,

so the constant serenade of “do you want to build a snowman?”

goes beyond a soundtrack. I close my eyes and imagine snowflakes

Falling from puffy clouds, the Goldilocks flakes that stick

Yet won’t melt into a puddle of Olaf in the summer.

I can’t help but wonder what they’ll do when they see it for the first time.

Will they dive in, like a pool, flapping their arms like fallen snow angels,

Or will they forms balls in their hands? Will they know to roll them,

To grow them, or will they pack pack pack it all in? How will my children play

With the snow, when it seems to rise from the ground,

Or will it ever be that much where we live?


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