Another Heavy Snow
An acrostic golden shovel poem
by Wilda Morris

               The barn bears the weight of the first heavy snow …
               –Jane Kenyon from “This Morning”

January again. I pull on my jacket, look for the
Almond-colored boots I bought, head for the barn.
Not more snow! I whine to myself, wondering if bears
Eagerly await winter once their coats thicken, if the
Kittens are hiding in the hay for warmth, if the weight
Easing against me–the Hereford–is fond of
Nights like this, when the air is cold and overcast, and the
Year is new. Really, I’m thinking of my first–
Only—trip to Mexico in winter, my jacket not heavy,
Never does San Miguel de Allende have this much snow.



 

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