It’s chilly outside; I look out into the trees all around,
Squinting against the glare, white tipped branches abound.
Heavy, warm boots trudging along in new fallen snow,
Footprints left behind in a crunchy path, seemingly aglow.

The boys run up the hill, sleds in their gloved hands, ready to race,
The track, not fearsome enough, requires work to increase its pace.
Digging a new sledding track; suddenly, an impromptu snowball war,
Dad will win, he always does, but the boys always come back for more.

Laughter. Eating snow. Mom screaming and falling off her sled,
More laughter. More snowballs thrown. Cold faces turning red.
“Eagle’s Nest”, the boys have named this year’s snowy perch up high,
They sit on boulders and survey their world; they know Dad likely lurks nearby.

A picnic lunch. Drinks icing in the snow. Always, “just one more run?”
Snow caves dug. Snow creatures built, always too much fun.
A snow fortress now built. Hard working gloves
completely soaked and covered in frost,
Snowball ammunition ready to conquer Dad; but just another battle to be lost!

Looking skyward as snow falls upon their faces; eyelashes covered with flakes,
A boot is lost in deep snow, an emergency rescue – once again - the family makes!
Sleds used as armor. Mom used as armor! Dad’s precision throws,
Everyone exhausted, the day grows late…that’s just how a snow day goes.

Waving goodbye to our snow creature friends. Sad…numb feet…soaked clothes,
It’s quiet in the car. No one really wants to leave…that’s just how a snow day goes.
Diane Blum
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Snow Day