Snow Day Poem

A few inches here

And a few inches there

A wonderland at our doorstep

That should be enough

We say

Enough to keep us inside for a bit longer

Enough for a rest

Yet it continues coming down

Enough, we think

Enough rest

We have things to do

Places to go

People to see

People to be

Snow is it’s own sabbath

A rest from the doing

An opportunity for being

And resting

And knowing

That everything can wait a little longer

The One who spun the snow

Will keep the world spinning

As we watch it from our window