Snow Days
There isn't anything
more full of life and joy
that one's own child
who doesn't have
to go to school
because of snow.
The snowstorms
are an unexpected gift,
a time to snuggle
in a chair before a fire,
a time to play and laugh
and soak the laziness
into our bones,
a time to be
exceedingly undone.
For grown-ups such free days
are rare. Our lives are focused by
the drumbeat of our work,
the cadence of impatient
fingers on a desk.
Perhaps my child's lesson
is the one I need to learn--
there isn't anything
more full of
joy and fun,
than one entire day
that's full of snow
and free of everything
I thought was life.
-From The Sea Accepts All Rivers and Simple Gifts