Soundless Michigan Snow
Weather watchers, temperature chanters, weekend planners.
“It was suppose to be…”
“The weather report said…”
Wind-chill -25, snow accumulates.
High-heels, running shoes, wing-tips.
Gloveless, mittenless, warmless.
Why pretend they want their ears to turn bright red?
Their hair to stand on end, with bitter cold?
Why gawk at the wool, fur and scarf-clad walkers?
Smirk at ear coverers, mitt wearers?
Or tsk, tsk at sturdy boot wearers?
Anti window scrapers, traffic menace makers.
Windows left with ice.
Crawlers, like moles in a tunnel.
Steering wheel hoverers. “I can’t see a damn thing!”
Trudging begrudging gripers.
Tip-toe over it, de-ice it!
Snow keeps tumbling down, regardless.
January snow speaks nothing of green.
Whiter than “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” snow.
Fence topper, yard concealer, peace maker.
Soundless, limitless, summerless.
No assumptions, no surprises.
A season to celebrate, hibernate.
Unpredictable, unpretentious,
Michigan mantle of white.
This is something I want to share about Michigan. My friend, Ameera, shared it with
me . I was enthralled.
http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/kalamazoo/index.ssf/2013/09/michigan_poem_goes_viral_kinet.html
Love this! Miss this. <3
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