Before the plow comes,
before the shovel scoops,
holding a breath waiting
for the storm to play out,
stilled in our dwellings
we rearrange our busy lives,
calling the work place
turning off cell phones
we cancel our day,
clear our schedules,
watching the storm,
settling in to look at the trees
seeing that indeed
the snow is falling in abundance.
The neighborhood is become a
glistening jewel!
Trucker Jeff
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-38/
