This morning the snow started to come in light flakes.
and then the rest, swirling and hovering
I opened the door, expected it would be gray, forbidding;
It’s usual austere self frowning down and daring me to rebuke it.
But when I looked up to face it, the sky was glowing.
Sun lit the cloud that stretched cold above and around me, smiling down through the soaring ice
It’s halo soft, white … surely there, behind the falling snow.
Went about their business unmoved by the sight. Unaware of the miracle taking place around them
With an approving gaze on me, I drove to the school, reassured by the sight of god. Or an angel.
I’ll never be sure which.