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The Writer's Workshop prompt I chose this week:
Write a poem about a snow memory.
Disobedient to the core, I've written two poems which help to illustrate my love/hate relationship with the fluffy white stuff that falls from the sky.
Quiet During the Storm
Miniscule flakes, softly falling
Everything they touch turned white as cotton.
I stand outside, chilled, my hair damp from the glistening crystals
Marveling at the silence.
Sounds muffled, cars parked
Families ensconced in their domiciles, safe.
The silence is broken only by the approach of the plow truck,
That single reminder of the busyness of modern life.
Children's dreams filled with hope of the snow day that will greet them when they wake,
Parents gaze at the news reports, anxious about commutes and childcare.
Time seems to slow, anticipation building
While the world is bundled in Winter's blanket.
My reverie is disturbed by the ringing of the phone,
Alerting me that there will be no school tomorrow.
Sighing, I rise from my chair to search for the solace of hot chocolate and silence.
WTF, Old Man Winter?
Sure, it looks pretty, the first inch or two
Driving in the white stuff will make a man of you
You'll be cursing like a sailor, and praying like a nun
While cars and buses slide down hills - and uphill, tires have spun
The sidewalk still needs cleaning
The driveway is all white
My lips are chapped, my back aches bad
I'll be shoveling here all night
When I finally reach the mailbox
And my shovel hits the street
I start to grin, I think "I win!"
"Hey Mom, the weatherman says two FEET!"
A blizzard is upon us,
we have no need to fear
We're warm inside, we have TV
The fridge is stocked with beer
The shoveling marathon continues
My boots will never dry
When the temperature drops, and ice pellets plop
I shake my fist and cry
The branches, they all glitter
As ice falls from the sky
Transformers pop as limbs fall down
Dark and cold, we just might die
Another week of snow days
Where the kids can drive me nuts
We're cold and hungry, we're on edge
I want to kick their little butts
Snowplow's scrapings have blocked our driveway
Snow wall is six feet high
We live with mud, we deal with slush
Parking lot piles stay 'til July
I should have moved to Texas
I should have moved where it is warm
Four seasons have their beauty
But this shit's lost its charm
"Hey Mother Nature, kiss my ass
And Old Man Winter, too!
I think six months of winter sucks!
I'm moving south - eff YOU!"