Snow Day

I woke up to lots of snow this morning and was thinking about how amazing it is that snow is so unexpected. We never expect when we go to bed that when we wake up the world will change and be more beautiful. Here's a poem with my thoughts.

Snow Day

I don't know why

we are so surprised

when we wake up to find

the ground covered in pillow flecks of white

We just assume

that our world will resume

without a new bloom

or any change, anything greater than doom

When God makes each day

in His own special way

giving us time to play

outside of the boundaries we set with what we say

Made in _____

Walking china dolls,

stitched from unknown hands

with unknown wrinkly imperfections

wearing a burden

someone stitches for us

for a few dollars

or cents in a foreign currency

our tags tell

of a distant land

filled with the billows

of hard work

not ours

as we claim as our own

The world spins

as the weaver winds

and dear China sends

us the fruit of its labor