Sprite child on sighting snow
dances with delight
at a miracle not seen before
each precious flake hoarded
to build an eight inch
snowman
Students delight in time
out of school, vying
to build the best igloo
or using compressed handfuls
in their own power
struggles
Adult involved in balancing
complex priorities, choosing
between the demands of safety
and the necessary tasks
deciding what to let
slide
Elderly trapped within
the icy waste around
their own secure home
unable to step beyond their
front door for fear of
failing.
This poem I published in “Everything Looks Green From Here” a collection of prose and poetry from Broomspring Writers in 2010
