|I love the lacy, drapey patterns the winds gave us.|
Though for us, it was more than a day; it was a snow week. We went to sleep Sunday night, wondering if we'd actually be hit with the predicted blizzard. A "revolution of snow" later (fourteen inches), we had our answer. School canceled for Atticus (for three days!) college classes canceled for Betsy, library closed for Anne-with-an-e, and Green Gables Homeschool? Shut down tight for Ramona and me.
Like my beloved Billy Collins, we were willing prisoners in our house. The dog indeed "porpoised through the drifts" and obviously, as the sun rose on today, Poetry Friday, there was only one poem I could turn to.
by Billy Collins
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows
the government buildings smothered,
(Read the rest here, at The Poetry Foundation.)
The round up today is at Beyond LiteracyLink.