There Is Snow

There is snow,
and wind, and the promise
of a day’s worth more, paralyzing
the hearty souls in this northern state,
so used to both. No one
will go anywhere today.

No reason to fret.
Look out the window
and be grateful
for a God who forces us to rest
when we forget how to.

About this poem

It looks like this time the weatherman finally got it right. That’s OK. There are worse things than being holed up in the house for a day, nothing to do, nowhere to go.

Tom