Poem: Playday

 

jacks

Playday

Snow outside.
White, ice-covered.
Ice below.

No need to fret,
It is only God
giving us a play day.

About this poem.

Stuck in the house for a second day till the snowplow guy digs us out today. But it’s not all bad, even if it messed up our oh-so-responsible plans, there’s fun to be had.

The picture was taken at the Southern Vermont Arts Center.

Tom

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