Nearly every school in Rhode Island seems to be closed today due to the impending snow. My school is no exception. Today’s school day was called-off yesterday afternoon when the weather reports became more ‘serious.’
I woke up this morning and didn’t find any snow on the ground. However, I knew that would happen since it’s going to start around noon. (Hence the reason one of my colleagues and I are going to meet up for breakfast around 9:30 a.m.) That being said, I still thought of Billy Collins’s “Snow Day” Poem this morning and decided to post it on this snowy-to-be Poetry Friday.
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows
the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.
In a while I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.
Click here to read the rest of the poem.
This week, Author Amok is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup.