
“Snow Day”
An unexpected gift
Like waking up on Christmas morning
Brightly colored packages piled high by the tree
Sitting in the dim glow of the TV
The “Closed” message trails across the bottom of the screen
Outside, it’s still dark but with a mysterious glow
Surreal, as if lit from some unknown source
The white sky, a snow globe, shaken
Oversized and intricately detailed flakes
Drift gently to the ground
Forming a lumbering blanket of white
Mounds drift and roll and disappear
Into the fog, the thick, wet air
Not quite frozen, heavy with the promise
Of more to come
I turn on the lights of the Christmas tree
The undulating glow casts a soft pattern on the wall
The village lights reflect on the glittery surface of the snow
My own private scene suspended in time
I light the fire and sit, absorbing the moment
The gift
A day to do anything, my own suspension of time
Life does not go on without me
I’m not missing anything
When I emerge from my snowy haven
Life will be just as I left it
—Christina Knowles (2015)
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