Sunday Snow Day

It’s silent this morning, and it seems so bright out,

There are no birds singing because they’ve gone south.

I open my curtains to the light of the first snow,

It is almost blinding; it has a natural glow.

Yesterday we had the sun, no jackets in sight,

Now we wake to it having turned winter overnight.

The quiet in the air is something I always appreciate,

A calmness that leads to a relaxing kind of day.

I turn on my kettle, to start a cup of tea,

And pull out my heated blanket and a book to read.

I light the fireplace, something I rarely get to do,

It will be a cozy day in, I may even make soup.

I set my tea by my chair, grab a blueberry muffin to enjoy,

I hear my doorbell and look out to two smiling young boys.

“Can we shovel your snow, ma’am?” One asks with a smile.

“Of course, how much? Is 20 bucks worth your while?”

They nod, I am pleased, I use their phone to make payment.

I give thanks and they get started on the snow-covered pavement.

I hear the shovel strokes, it's a pleasant rhythm and flow,

I snuggle into my chair, thankful it's not me shoveling snow.

I dunk the tea bag into my mug, the steam now smells so sweet,

Then I grab my book and cover up, folding my blanket around my feet.

The first sip of tea on a cold morning, is always so satisfying,

If I said I didn’t hum each time, oh, would I be lying.

I always keep a full kettle ready, on snow days at home,

Knowing me, I will finish at least three mugs on my own.

Snow flurries fly by my window, and I look up at the sky,

I smile in gratitude, the purity of it is a dopamine high.

I see the kids wrap up their shovels, and head to their own house,

Since the snow is starting again, I know I’ll see them around.

The crackle of my fireplace is so soothing to my ears,

I look forward to this cozy situation at least once a year.

I can finally open my book and dive into the words on the pages,

Today I chose a fantasy, where they battle faeries of all ages.

Winter blues like to hit me, but today, I feel just fine.

It is the perfect Sunday morning, to start wintertime.