Ice On The Window


Ice on the window.

Snow blocks the door.

Peering out into the yard is impossible.

The Blizzard of ‘78 dropped

Never ending white mounds of snow all over the yard

Too high to climb

Too arduous to make tunnels through

Too heavy for my Father to move

In his jacket and winter gloves.

It’s easier to look at the ice on the window

And remember Spring.


2 thoughts on “Ice On The Window

    1. I couldn’t figure out how to copy and paste the photo, which I why I posted the link to your site. Otherwise, I would have done so. Thanks for the reminders, I see if I can figure it out in the future.


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