by Zinta Aistars
Snow today, snow and snow, and cold, bone chilling cold, a real Michigan winter, the one I've been missing. Bring it on. Oh bring it on.
The shiver, the shudder, the tingle, the jangle. Bring it on.
Winter, that season when I was born, squalling with hurrah, fist to the snow clouded sky, winter sun a pale day moon, misted in shimmer and silver glow, winter, that most astounding time, bring it on.
Snow in a swirl, snow sweeping over and over in rolling drifts and swooping up in waves against walls, turning the world under and over white and white and white and endless and infinite white.
At last. I celebrate.