Snow Day

 

 

Of all of the whispers left unheard

the most unimportant was June 23^rd

Down from the North swept a wind from the skies

Channel 4 claimed- it was a surprise,

and came with it snow, so out of tune –

never before had it happened in June.

A blanket so thick, but that wasn’t the fright –

nothing that fell on that day – was white.

There were ribbons of green, sparkles of blue

flakes iridescent – I swear it was true,

Hillsides of paisley – branches of pink

I saw colorful snow and had nothing to drink.

Rooftops were orange, gutters were brown

A rainbow of winter lay on the ground –

A snow-day was called for, children rejoiced

A communist plot – somebody voiced,

but what I remember, and my journal will show

what came on that day was more panic than snow.

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