Winter Poem

The predicted snow finally came and

seemed to fall endlessly from the sky.

Into the night it continued to fall as I

fell asleep to blowing winds.

When morning came, I was in awe.

The world was completely still and white.

For the first time, I am not awaken by

the sound of cars driving by.

The world is quiet, even though I see

Neighbors, knee-high in snow shoveling.

The neighborhood was blanketed in

a never-ending stretch of white carpet.

The feeling of being overwhelmed,

is soon subsided by excitement.

Neighbors are helping one another.

Shoveling until you feel weak.

I watch from the window,

as my younger brother plays in the snow.

I am overcome with a feeling of

being extremely grateful.

Grateful for being in a warm house.

Grateful for getting to enjoy the snow.

I put on my snow pants and rush out

to enjoy this moment.

A moment that I will not forget.