A glowering December sky,
cloudbanks in heavy shades of gray,
tentative sun peeking through
the afternoon’s near dark.
Memories intrude of past winters,
of wading through hip-high drifts
on snow blocked roadways,
short miles ahead to hot cocoa.
But here, outside my car, in this time,
forecasts of cold and snow, Snow Days,
will be declared as school buses are sidelined
by a dusting of flakes on city streets.
In my warm car, scoffing at today’s youth,
I am sheltered from today’s gentle cold,
blessed by a magical fob that started and
warmed my car from my kitchen window.