Music sweetly beckons me to rising,
Glancing out my window I find–
Snow: crystal white snow
That freshens the earth it lays upon.
School seems to come easier
Watching the falling snow,
Than dreary, bleak rain
That seems to stop the flowing of my mind.
The roads are quiet and untouched,
Car paths covered up by the rapidly
Falling snow; the blowing wind howls,
Shaking the windows, begging to come in.
Icicles cling to the trees that shake their branches
Ferociously; the snow continues falling
Piling up more and more
As the time continues to click on.
Little boys run around, not minding the cold
Which stings their faces; Dog dashes here
And there, looking like a snow puppy
When Mother calls him in.
Mother shovels sidewalks swiftly
Glancing behind her as the snow covers up
Her path; Father and I drive to work,
Snow clinging to the windows till the heat warms up the car.
But the night hastens on and the snow
Still collects; Warm soup sits on the stove
As the temperature continues to drop
Who know when it will end–
This snowstorm. The wind shall howl,
The snow shall stick; till morning
Rolls around once more.
written by Rachel Rittenhouse