December Snow Day...

Earth is a pillow, plush-quilted, snow-hushed

Time is a tide, fancy-free and un-rushed

The world is lost, tossed to fathoms of white

Dreamers don slippers and fireside’s rite

Windows frame wonderlands, snow-wonder-full

Books become barges without push and pull

Joy is a slow, sweet second-cup rebirth

Home like a foretaste of heaven on earth

Hang up your apron and blue-collar chase

Dance to the music of tea-kettle grace

Wish on a world full of jasmine-swirled stars

Winter un-stoppered from top-shelf-tipped jars

Earth is a pillow and day is a bed

Fit for the dreamer of toil-woven thread

Time is a lover with let’s-stay-home touch

Dreamers drink poetry, laughter and such

What is so fair as a snow-bound reprieve?

Summer waits where seedling fathers the sheave

Put on the kettle and log on the hearth

December snow-days are heaven on earth

© Janet Martin

This poem(I wrote it this morning before the day happened) is sort of a fantasy of what I thought today might be like...it wasn't ;-)
Trucker-hubby has no choice but to battle the elements...so no day-dreaming here,
but a lot of praying, for him and all the others out there who have no choice; milk-truck drivers, courier services, health-workers etc.

I'm about to have my first cup of tea...for supper.