By

J. Kates

Frost and sun, a splendid day!

Still you sleep the hour away.

Love, it’s time you came awake:

Open up those dreamy eyes

and see the winter morning break.

You, my Northern Star, arise!

Lately it’s been rain and sleet —

heavy slush and soaking feet.

Yesterday it snowed. And snowed.

Stopped. And snowed again. We knew

not to bother with the road —

a quickly disappearing view.

We slept, yet even as we dreamed,

intermittent drifting seemed

endless, dazzling, and sublime

after the ordinary gray

We live in, a prosaic time

to get through plodding day by day.

But now the sun, still low, is strong

and outlines chimney smoke along

the neighbor’s wall. What will it take

to get you out of bed and go

hand in hand with me to make

fallen angels in the snow?