Cailey D.

Snow Day

I weakly try to force my eyes open,
Like a baby bird being welcomed to the world,
Then carry them to the window.

Snow is piled to the sky
Covering the trees and branches

Looking outside I see a blank page
Inviting snow men and angels to be written.

White everywhere.
This is what winter days are made of.

The sight of this somehow opens my eyes
And awakens me.
Running to the television set as if it is my tree
On Christmas morning.

There is nothing better than hearing those precious words;
“School is cancelled.”
For now I can enjoy a day of rest, hot cocoa, and pajamas

Until come that late June day
I am frying in the classroom cell
Waiting to be released into a new season.

But until then I will enjoy this day of freedom.


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