The big blizzard mostly missed us last weekend, but we did get to enjoy a bit of snow from its fringe as we went with my daughter on a college visit in Evansville. While the university cancelled classes for the day, the Scholars Day visit continued on through the snow. As always, I loved watching the snow transform the drab winter world into a wonderland. Here is the poem that has been percolating every since our first snowfall this year.

Grey clouds squat low in the sky

like old women sifting snowflakes

that mute the colors and blur the edges of the world.

Grey clouds whisper secrets

that blow through the sky,

swirling snowflakes that hide the drab debris of winter

under a white blanket.

Grey clouds laugh in the sky

like old women tucking the world in close

and wrapping it in quiet wonder.

Catherine has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Reading to the Core. Drop by and see what poetry morsels are offered this week.