Snow Day

One day of snowstorm
making soup being quiet
alone soaking in sunny
unfamiliar hours of the house
a stranger in these its loveliest
hours I seldom see, the hours
usually devoted to earning
in the world I go back to today
armor of worker armor of good cheer
armor of
ignore this yearning
to be Home.
Meant, I meant to write
something about snow
when there is too much of it
mounded above the car tires
drifted to your waist and how
you carry it, one shovel full
after another, looking for
a place to set it all down.