White Out.

Heavy laden sky falls down,
invisible world.
I roll out of bed,
feeling the freezing air surround me.
Tips of fir trees bear their drooping weight.
I open the front door.
The whirling snow ceases,
slippery against cement.
Our garden is gone,
as the precious flowers hide away.
It seems that everyone is still asleep
and the school is silent.
Softer and lighter
the snow begins again.
With a cold neck and wet feet,
I retreat back inside.
The blankness of the day lingers.