Snow Day

Snow in the city is brown and mushy
Shaped by tire tracks and people's shoes
Splashy and sloppy, slippy and slushy
An annoyance that has little use.

But once in a childhood there comes a day
When there is such a great snowfall
Everyone can go out and play
There is no school or work at all.

The blizzard began one afternoon
By dark it started to subside
The snow was high above my boots
I walked in your footprints, my guide.

Our prints were the solitary break
In a beach of crystal sand
The streets were silent in the wake
Of nature's gentle hand.

It was as if a great white comforter
Lay over the city that night
Covering its frantic frenzy
With a blanket made of light.

In the country when the moon beams
Fall upon the freshest snow
I think of you and childhood dreams
And long for you and long ago.