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Snow Day

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,

its white flag waving over everything,

the landscape vanished,

not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,

and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,

schools and libraries buried, the post office lost

under the noiseless drift,

the paths of trains softly blocked,

the world fallen under this falling.

In a while, I will put on some boots

and step out like someone walking in water,

and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,

and I will shake a laden branch

sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,

a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.

I will make a pot of tea

and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,

as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,

the Ding-Dong School, closed.

the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,

the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,

along with—some will be delighted to hear—

the Toadstool School, the Little School,

Little Sparrows Nursery School,

Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School

the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,

and—clap your hands—the Peanuts Play School.

So this is where the children hide all day,

These are the nests where they letter and draw,

where they put on their bright miniature jackets,

all darting and climbing and sliding,

all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hard

in the grandiose silence of the snow,

trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,

what riot is afoot,

which small queen is about to be brought down.




“Snow Day” from Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (New York: Random House, 2001). Copyright © 2001 by Billy Collins.

The whole world is a poem today

I walked 2 miles in snow paradise

Hoping I would remember each amazing




Even the port-a-potty

Looked romantic

Covered in it’s white cap

With it’s blue door welcoming

the desperate stranger

I found a discarded pair of snow pants

Hoping the loser

Was some place warm by now

It was too wet to use my phone

So it stayed in my pocket


I made the most amazing snow angel EVER

And couldn’t resist trying to get a quick shot

I was mostly alone in my magical land except for the occasional snow plow doing it’s duty

and one lone woman raking piles off her car

Hoping to get somewhere safely

I tramped through piles of unmarked snow,

Dirty black muddy snow

And Slushy melting snow

splashing on my boots

I followed some footprints

which were so far apart

I had to take two large steps to reach each one

I wondered if it was a yeti getting his snow on?

I felt like I was an explorer off on a great adventure

Like Sir Edmund Hillary climbing Mt Everest

Ha! Visions of grandeur.

I battled the elements

Legs feeling new muscles

not used in a coons age

My gloves got wetter and wetter

From the snow,

and oops,

I forgot tissues again

It was like walking in a just shaken

snow globe world

(Without the dizzy side effects)

I cleared a spot of heavy drift

and sat briefly on a bench until the wet

freezing thru my pants

forced me get up and dance

The water and sky were gray

Meeting about 50 feet from the non-existent shoreline

no beach today in highest tide

Seagulls and ducks floated on the water

Watching the beauty

having conversations about it

I think they were excited to see me

by the amount of chatter between them

On my second mile I stopped back by my brilliant snow angel

Already filling in

I fought my way back up and down

past the river

Where I stopped for another

eye-feast of beauty

making my way carefully

so not to slip

Thinking of another

fun-friend-shared snow day

when I did.

It never gets old

This walk

This view

This gorgeous world

I hear my breathing

In steady rhythm with my steps

My core is as well heated

As my nose is cold and drippy

I make one last snow angel

outside the kitchen window

and then strip in the mud room.

Soaked to my chilled-reddened skin

I laugh as I run up the stairs

for warm dry clothes

Full of joy

and exhausted

I settle in to write it,

then on to a nice book

and a warm cup of potato soup

Buddy the dog

had an adventure in the snow

this morning as well

and is now sleeping off his excitement.

I watch the snow dance

outside the window

as I wash morning dishes

teasing me to come back out and play

the snow angel winks at me

I realize we know each others secrets

It knows my delight in it

I know it’s truth and beauty

We are more than friends

I have just been intimate with this storm

We are lovers

Yes, I have made love to the world

For the last hour and a half

and I am completely satisfied


Amy Lloyd

we are as much the spring

as all of winter’s cold

discovery’s light is too bright

to not share in the january air

our inner fire burns alongside

the chill of wind and snow

impossible to know how

this simple thought

can eradicate

the fear

of our fate

angels are always near

in times of crisis

as well as in peaceful times

if you knew they would not

give up on you- would you

then trust them to deliver

all the grace, wonder, freedom

and bliss?

to be kissed by an angel

is something not to be missed!


words ~kate lamberg (c) ’18

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