New To Snow
In a time of vacation,
When minutes are relaxed,
Appetites surge like ocean waves
Waiting for godot now,
Is never piontless,
He will or he very well may not
Come what may the cold is real
And torrid weather oceans left behind
This is a move northward
Time spent away of comfort
Zone new and foreign
Anticipating snow is relevent
So when the dust of flakes
Fly to my unmittened cupped hand
Through the doorway, wow!
© gillena cox 2026
