Poem: Snowy Mornings

I like snowy mornings
Not so much the drive in
Slush, dirty snow and ice
Scraped off windshields

But more so that
The world is still trying to
Catch its breath
After the sky has seeped
All over the landscape

Cars creep
Phones are quiet
The wind still spitting

Everyone is late
Even the snow doesn’t know
It’s overstayed its welcome

Finally
A day where everyone is behind
Like me
And I’m not behind everyone else