- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Winter Snow
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The guy in the next cube worried:
"Thursday it's gonna snow real hard."
Four days later, right on time, it did.
I worked from home.
The furnace groaned, the fireplace glowed.
Outside, windswept white hid the neighbor's house,
Inside, all stayed calm and extra warm.
No school, we were all together.
Come night, when it'd blown on,
The boys'n I went out and did the drive.
By the street, the pile of snow
Grew higher than my head.
I sighed in the warm dark of our bed,
"More storms? Bring them on."
One afternoon in early spring,
We raked the leaves, cut the dead branches
And burned them in a pile.
You spoke of having a yard sale.
Under the pine tree, surrounded by snowdrops,
Lay the remains of that pile of snow,
Just ankle high,
Insulated by a coat of pine needles.
Its melt darkened the pavement,
Soon it would be gone.
Now I watch the boys walk up the drive
Heading for the house,
A path I no longer follow.
"Let's kick some ass in World Of Warcraft",
They don't look back.
Life is nothing like winter snow.
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