©2014 Susan Noyes Anderson
Snow image from Andrew Wyeth – The Mill
I’ll take my snow behind a window, please.
Let it fall freely past the frosty pane,
whilst I sit in my parlor quite at ease,
boots dry, exempt from sidewalk, stairs, and lane.
I will not fault its beauty, nor its grace.
In truth, the sight is pleasing to my view.
Yet I’ve no wish to feel it on my face,
no urge to build snowman or don snowshoe.
Snow is a splendor better left alone
to drift or swirl or hang upon a bough.
I cannot like that icy undertone
and shall not breach my refuge ere the plow.