As soon as I awoke <br />I knew <br />there’d be no work <br />for me today <br />after all I’d been waiting <br />the entire winter <br />for a decent snowfall <br />and here it was <br />swirling <br />out of the sky <br />brilliant flakes <br />flashing <br />falling <br />without end— <br />infinity <br />to touch <br />taste <br />smell <br />see <br />hear <br />yet <br />everyone at <br />Spinoza High School <br />thought this need childish <br />and those teachers <br />who drove in <br />from Long Island <br />or Westchester <br />positively detested <br />even an inch <br />on the ground <br />but I said, “I was born in winter” <br />the only defense I mustered <br />for those devotees <br />of warm weather. <br />December 23rd <br />my earliest memory <br />dearest mommy <br />wheeling <br />my baby carriage <br />through <br />a blissful blizzard.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acquainted-with-joy/
