A SNOWMAN AWAITS
Each morning I rise from dark night
and to the window I go,
after turning on lights,
opening blinds to the sights.
Each day I note lamps bright
in neighbors’ windows
where others are alight,
getting ready for life.
Six inches of Snow
and Wind on-a-blow
leaves windows in darkness.
No movement. No glow.
Sleeping in is a grace
on snowed-in days such as this.
Yet, I arise early lest I waste
a moment, the snow to embrace.
A snowman waits now
to be rolled up tight,
as am I in boots and bundles
of fleece and down.
Too cold, you say
to go outdoors and play?
If the birds can do so
why cannot I?
Let us go.
Let us play.
let us bask in the cold.
You want to. I know.
annarino writes 