I feel a soft pair of arms wrap around my waist.Īt last. Laughing and acting like a bunch of children would. They twirl and zip and spin the the untouched fields. I watch my zestful friends frolic in the snow. My sleek black coat offers no protection against the wild spurts of wind. Only to enjoy the emptiness for a few reserved minutes.īut not now! Not when I was so content in the safety of my room.īut my pleas drown in the ocean of hystericsĪnd I’m forced to brave the colorless sea. They start towards the door, but I stop in my tracts. One tall and delicate, like a Barbie doll.Īnother with her arms hugged to her chest.Īnd that slight smile from earlier grows bigger. The bright faces of my friends radiate in the pale light. The giggling turns into rowdy yelps and chaos. My unstylish black and white sweater-like socks tangle in a mush of fabricĪs I try desperately to regain a sense of balance.īut my thoughts are overcasted by soft laughter. My graceless feet trip across the stairs,Įchoing across the hallway in a thunderous manner. Dress it up and call it a snowman.īut the cold to me is as water is to a feline.Ī small smile playing at the corners of my lips.Īnd just when my playlist changes to another cliche holiday song,Ī soft knock can be heard from downstairs. With nothing but thick, chalky powder cushioning their chunky snow boots. Kids will have high hopes for this Christmas,ĭesiring a joyful day with magic in the air.įrosted sugar cookies and presents adorned in every color imaginable, The wind cries out in the white ocean of nothingnessĪs my fingers trail across the clouded glass. I find some comfort in the serene blankness.Īs long as the bitter cold doesn’t spill into my window. In the tranquil winter nights of December, Source: Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (Random House Inc., 2001) Reprinted with the permission of Sll/Sterling Lord Literistic, Inc. Which small queen is about to be brought down.īilly Collins, “Snow Day” from Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (New York: Random House, 2001). Trying to hear what those three girls are plotting, Where they put on their bright miniature jackets,Īll but the few girls whispering by the fence. These are the nests where they letter and draw, So this is where the children hide all day, Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day SchoolĪnd-clap your hands-the Peanuts Play School. The All Aboard Children’s School, closed,Īlong with-some will be delighted to hear. Schools and libraries buried, the post office lostĪnd step out like someone walking in water,Īnd the dog will porpoise through the drifts,īut for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,Ī sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.Īnd listen to the plastic radio on the counter, Not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, Ready for a challenge with poetry? Try to include a few examples of figurative language (metaphor, simile, personification, alliteration, etc) that you might remember from 6th grade too! Check out Billy Collins' poem below if you want to see an example of a poem that wows! It could be in any poetic form, but make sure that it makes sense overall. ![]() In this blog post, I challenge you to write a poem (yes, a poem!) about snow. ![]() Regardless of your stance on the snowy days ahead, I thought that the change in weather would provide a great muse for our blog posts this round. The recent weather might make you excited for winter or sad that Fall is coming to an end.
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