Ode to a Snowday

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Oh the excitement! A storm is coming,
Weather forecasters are so seldom wrong,
Rumors are flying, and nerves are humming.
Even teachers smile at the hopeful throng.

Internet weather searches are many
The night before a major storm comes through.
A young child’s face shines like a new penny.
Even parents hope, at least one or two.

The first flakes fall unnoticed in the dark,
Stars hidden by clouds, snowflake stars falling,
Lightly, but thickly, on tree, road and park.
Schools are closed only after some stalling.

Parents and kids sleep in past the gray dawn.
Parents sleep longest, quiet kids watch cartoons.
Mom comes down to breakfast with a yawn,
Dad flips pancakes. Kids eat peaches with spoons.

Weather is perfect, just below freezing.
Snow is heavy, wet, perfect for packing.
We play outside all day without sneezing.
Children roll giant snowballs for stacking.

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Seedpods make spiky eyes and twigs form arms,
Meanwhile, two boys sling snowballs from sled forts,
Pink-covered smallest makes snow angels farms,
And we sled until we’re soaked to the shorts.

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Dry clothes and cocoa with marshmallows untold,
Help finish shoveling, board games to play,
As the plows finally clear our back road.
Oak leaves dangle forlornly with snow’s weight.

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Tired children fall into their warm beds.
Coats drip dry by radiators, thumping,
Parents mop up water and shake their heads,
Pray for sunshine before tired slumping.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Inspired by Painttheworldwithwords weekly poetry prompt, and her helpful post defining an ode, with links to, among other great odes, Keats’ Ode to a Grecian Urn, Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind, and Creeley’s America.

53 thoughts on “Ode to a Snowday

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      • I’ve been warm at 20 degrees before. But then, there was no wind. I’ve been quietly “liking” posts but rarely have anything to say, as well. Apologies for that. I am always:
        -sculpting
        -writing
        -wishing for the magical monetary windfall
        -wishing there was no need for an alarm in the morning

        That is all.

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        • I agree with the alarm, if I have to hear it, I’m going to be tired all day. Can’t wake at 6 without it while it’s dark out, though. Sculpting sounds fun, but tiring. I used to work in word, and I remember sweating one summer, Carving. I don’t know if I have the strength anymore.

          I don’t always know if someone likes my things. I had to shut off the emails since I was getting literally hundreds a day, and I couldn’t cope with that volume. I flounder along as best as I can, trying to keep up. Failing. Trying some more.

          Anyway, it was good to hear from you. I will hope for a magical monetary windfall for us both!!

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  4. Blissful, calm, peaceful! Wow! This really made me fall in love with winter again. Spectacular words & an apt ode. I liked the images you added to the poem which complimented the imagery. Wonderful job Brenda! Im truly inspired!

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  5. After closing the schools multiple days here for the -F temps… They leave them open yesterday with the most dangerous driving conditions of the season! Gesh! I brought my work home knowing it was gonna sux driving. So, not really a snow day if I had to work from home….

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