I wake up, look through my window,

What do I see? Snow—oh joy!

The first of winter, quiet and white,

Covering the ground in the morning light.

My mind drifts back to winters before,

Snowy days and memories galore.

I wonder how long this snow will stay,

Will it melt by the end of the day?

What shall I wear? I’ll need to prepare,

Wrap up warm, cover my hair.

The cold bites harder now, I find,

A reminder that I’m leaving youth behind.

I snap a photo, send it to my son,

“Do you have snow?” He says, “We’ve none.”

It’s strange to think, just miles away,

They miss the snow I see today.

An appointment calls, I head to town,

The snow keeps falling, soft and sound.

Should I take the bus? No, not in this weather—

A taxi seems the safer endeavor.

But when I arrive, the snow is gone,

Just rain and slush,I grab a coffee, a cake as well,

Then rush for the bus, I’ve time to tell.

The rain starts falling, steady and fast,

Where’s the bus? Ten minutes passed.

When it arrives, the driver looks harried,

“Will we get through?” he says looking worried.

“Of course we will,” I confidently say,

“This snow won’t stop us, not today.”

And so the journey takes me back,

Through rain, through slush, the melting road, another journey another empty load.

The snow comes, the snow goes,

Just like life, it ebbs and flows.

Wendi 20/11/24