What we braved to reach Sanderson’s Store.
Water
Rivulets running down the windowpane
Another two join together, racing for the windowsill.
Is there any chance they’ll call off school?
Nah. Not for rain. Never.
Creatures chasing each other across the sky.
Looking like one thing and then the other.
Old men,
Unicorns,
Drifting and changing almost before you can see what they were before.
Shivering near the window.
Now rivulets frozen into patterns on the glass.
Obscured by snowflakes frozen in lacy patterns.
Wonderland viewed safe inside. No school today.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Wonderful imagery — but a snow day in Mexico? Nah!!!
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That was Wyoming..and I grew up in S.D. which is under a severe weather advisory for next few days. 18 inches to 2 feet of snow.. brrrr.
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It’s too late in the year for that much snow, even in Wyoming or South Dakota!
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Charming! Do you miss snow, Judy?
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NO!!! The town I grew up in in S.D. is expecting 18 inches to two feet of snow and is under a severe weather watch. I do not miss it.
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Snow in April?!!! OMG Is that a new variation of April showers? I would never survive there!
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Nor I, but iI like being from there.
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“From” is the operative word here, I gather.
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Si. You know me so well.
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Ha! 😻
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Interesting how life, time, circumstances can change something we knew,or thought to be one thing, into something different. It’s life, and we have no control of it, no matter how much we may wish we did… this is what your poem spoke to me, and I like it Judy.
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A wonderful memory Judy and so well written.
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Thanks, CC.
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Smartly done to capture the forms of water and how we may see them. I especially like that you have water joining itself in new ways in each stanza.
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Thanks, Nora.
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Snow sometimes forces us to change our routine.
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I love the journey water takes in this poem, Judy. The window holding the space for the many shapes of the water. This line especially resonates with me, “Unicorns,
Drifting and changing almost before you can see what they were before.” (Driving in the car with my grandson who calls out each shape and I know to look quickly.)
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Thanks, Victoria. That looking at clouds? Something we don’t do enough of as adults.
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I remember being a kid and watching it snow and hoping, just hoping, it would be enough to call off school. Now, here, it snows so much they have to add on extra days at the end of the year to make up for all those snow days!
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Ah, water through the seasons in different forms at the same window. Fun. Nicely done
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