Snow Day, a Poem

Snow Day

 

I have coffee

I keep my pajamas on

I play music

I listen to my dog snore

I begin to write a story for my nephews

Something magical will happen but I don’t know what that will be

yet

I am not lonely

but

I was last night

I went to a bar with the people I work with

I don’t drink

I had nothing to say

I left early

I cook oatmeal

I listen to The Kinks

I dance in the kitchen

I laugh at the dirty dishes

I have the day to play

I celebrate

 

 

Photos by LeeRoy