Reprinted with permission from Brunswick County Early College High School’s The Firebird Times.

I love the snow, but do not like the cold. 

As it’s white powder lay softly,

telling tales of old. 

Try as I might, and pray to the sky,

every few years the heaven will cry. 

To see the white cover the ground,

the feeling of the soft cold all around. 

But to my dismay, the snow that lay melts away. 

Why be sad? 

When I know I should be glad. 

This warm place I call home is a lonely place inside this salty dome.

The call for snow is all about, but all I can feel is doubt.

When snow does come it’s a blast but now, it’s a distant memory of the past.

Now once again they speak of snow.

But will it fall?

I never know.  

But today to my shock,

The snow was in stock.

The ice and snow that lay on the ground, 

A pleasant surprise all around.

Not for just a day but for a week,

But just you know it wasn’t bleak.

This snow’s occasion is rare,

So all I could do was stare.

This now was a great start to this year,

But alas,

We don’t get snow here.