A fresh snowfall immediately turns me into a child, eager for school (or work) to be canceled so I can play in it or stay cozy inside. I wrote this poem today after waking up to my daughter staring at her backyard made new by snow.

Daughter dazed by dazzled white,
Looking through the window’s light,
Kneeling from behind the curtain
At the snow that fell last night.

Boughs were bent to kiss the lawn,
Birds above the frosted fawn,
Plows, alas!, have done us wrong
For school is on, so carry on.
Clean the car and carry on.