Snow Bother / Speaking of Snow

I’m not sure I was ever passionately in love with snow, even as a child. But I certainly loved piles of snow when it meant getting a day off school. The school district here no longer has snow days. When the weather is bad, students have a Flexible Instruction Day, which means spending the day learning online. I feel bad for the elementary-age children especially. Peace to your !

Snow Bother

Don’t you wish the piles of snow
Would never ever ever go?
Or are you like my father,
Who considers snow a bother,
And always while he’s shoveling
Is wishing it were spring?

Speaking of Snow

“No more snow,” says Mama.
She’s had enough.
“No! MORE SNOW!” we cry.
We like the stuff.

We wake to white,
a wintry delight.

Mama groans.
“No, more snow,” she moans.
We bundle up, go out to play.
Only then do we shout “HOORAY!”

The Grass is Green

I’m thinking of grass and blade,
generic and particular, and how
we are mostly color-blind to green.
Slope, soil, weeds have made
my lawn a lawn unto itself—now
dull, now bright, now in-between.
There are nuances underfoot
that ants and worms have seen.
I wish they could teach me how
to separate the blades, to put
aside green.

NaPoWriMo22 Day 16 — Even though I posted another poem earlier today, I couldn’t resist trying my hand at a curtal sonnet ( prompt for today) and combining it with the WordPress WordPrompt for this month, which is green. The WordPrompt also inspired the poem below.

After winter
spring is a re-leaf.

Mr. October

Here comes Mr. October—
He’s the coolest month around.
Watch him strut his autumn airs
While his fan club gathers round.

The leaves sigh as he approaches;
They clap as he breezes by.
Some blush a brilliant shade of red
When he looks them in the eye.

See, as he swaggers onward,
How the leaves fall down in awe?
They’re swept up in admiration
Of the cool month they just saw.

Happy fall to those in the northern hemisphere and a happy day to all! Peace to your !