Sugar sifting through the sky
Meets the earth and turns to lye.
As it speeds without a sound
Icing coats the cold, hard ground.
Cherry noses press the glass
Crossing fingers for “no class.”
Dusty blue shadows of trees
Sway in the minty breeze.
The moment that the word is out,
Finger crossers jump and shout.
On 3 socks, 2 shirts, 1 hat,
coat, and boots from the door side mat.
Go fetch the plastic sled to play.
There’s something magical the 1st snow day.