At Home in Winter
By BloodBrother
some days in december,
it was just myself and mother
looking out a window, cleaned
by the wintry white snow
and we waited for everything
to turn to water, while
laughing at the cars whose
engines struggled and died
sliding up and skidding right
back
down
that hill
on the corner
my father waved to us, while my
only sister was busy making futile
attempts at a snow angel; but the
stuff just kept coming down
"ellen, why don't you
help me with the snowman
instead?"
I think she got
a little frustrated
and I think I got
a little tired
when there was nothing left
to see except our small front
yard covered, that's when I
went to sleep on the couch
and it kept coming down
freezing heaven on front
lawn
