Posted by: Shanna Germain | 12/02/2009

Pg. 185: What?


Um… what? This was the view outside the window this morning. Where am I again?



Snow Day by Billy Collins
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these window

the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.



  1. and here in the Northeast, it’s 60 degrees and windy before 8am! Tis weird weather.

    Have always loved that Billy Collins poem. 🙂

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