Jane's poem for today -

Jane had to leave New York early yesterday because there was a snow storm, and her group wanted to be gone before the snow turned to ice.  Here is her poem remembering yesterday.



The snow was fine at first.

Small grains fell like salt

In angled lines behind the slats of window blinds in early light.

She wasn¹t sure that it was really snow.

But after morning coffee and washing up

The flakes were fat and wet, emboldened by the day.

Bundled, mufflered, her collar turned against the cold

She walked the two blocks to the subway.

By nightfall, her one green mitten,

Fumbled near the stairs when she scrambled for her ticket

Was as lost to snow as if it never happened.